At the same time Rou Rou, carrying more than a thousand Moon Tribe survivors, arrived at Fries Harbor, the Horse airship returned to Dawn City's airship port with the survivors from Vault 70.
With multiple air routes opening up, this airship hydrogen station had practically become a harbor.
Niu Ma Group had contracted part of the berths for renovation, while the market near the warehouse district that specialized in imported goods had spontaneously formed a market management committee. Not only had they raised funds to repair the roads, but they had also kept the area impeccably clean.
After stepping off the elevator, Huang Guangwei stared blankly at his surroundings, stunned by the prosperity and bustle of the place.
Before coming here, the man named Fang Chang had told him that Dawn City was merely a settlement of a hundred thousand people. He had assumed it would be something like Ring Island or North Island, only located on land.
Yet now that he saw it for himself, the prosperity here left him slack-jawed.
How did this look like a settlement of only a hundred thousand people?
He would have believed there were two hundred thousand—even three hundred thousand!
Having walked down the steps, he was standing there at a loss, unsure which way to go, when a familiar face suddenly appeared among the crowd not far away.
The man wore a loose leather jacket and jeans. His figure was slightly paunchy, smile lines creasing his face as he enthusiastically opened his arms.
Huang Guangwei stared at him blankly, tears welling in his eyes as his dry lips trembled faintly.
"Admin... Administrator!"
This guy hadn't gone to the Great Rift!?
He had never imagined he would run into him here!
His legs unconsciously moved forward. As though he had found his direction,