"Administrator, four of the sewage pipes we use have already collapsed."
South of Qinggang City.
The entrance to Harbor Shelter was somewhat chaotic, with piles of rubble from the bombed-out ruins scattered everywhere.
Hearing his subordinate's report, the short man who was leading people in clearing the section collapsed by the Undead raised his head. A flicker of surprise flashed through his narrowed eyes.
The man's name was Kensa, and he was Harbor Shelter's administrator in name.
There was always a strong fishy smell about him, as if he had slept for days in an unwashed fishing net and absorbed the stench.
Because of this, administrators from other shelters had mocked him more than once.
But in the face of such derision, Kensa himself had suddenly stopped caring in the slightest.
There was only one reason.
Over the past decade or so, among the dozens of shelters, only two administrators had not come from hereditary succession or ordinary public elections.
One was Hunter Tiger.
The other was him.
The difference was that ten years ago, Hunter Tiger's actual status had been little lower than that of an administrator. Before becoming one, he had already seized control of all the military power in Pingtan Shelter. He frequently led expeditions to plunder the surrounding areas and displayed his strength, earning himself a fearsome reputation. As for Kensa, he had been nothing more than an ordinary fisherman in Harbor Shelter—so ordinary that even if he disappeared, no one would have bothered to ask about him more than a few times.
The enormous gap between his birth status and that of the other administrators made Kensa never care about their mockery.
And that was also one of the key reasons he had managed to become an administrator.
"Let it collapse, then. Increase the sewage