After trembling through the registration process and saving an additional copy to take back and hand over to the shelter administrators, Luo Man's slightly dark face was still flushed with excitement.
Everyone present could understand his excitement.
To the shelters in the city now, Tian Yuan Shelter was essentially equivalent to the Foundation Merchant Ship of the past—the only support everyone in the city could rely on to continue living there.
It was undeniable that goods produced by the Foundation were far superior to those from Tian Yuan Shelter, and there were far more varieties as well.
But did they have any choice now?
This was their only option, and the option they had to believe in.
"Captain Mandler, you're truly a good person."
"Thank you so much! Yin Clan Shelter will always remember your help!"
Even after Mandler escorted him outside the checkpoint, Luo Man continued thanking him. He showed not the slightest resentment toward the miserable way he had just been roughly bound and pinned to the ground.
"Ha, didn't I say so?"
"This wasn't my help. It was what you deserved."
Mandler shook his head, unable to accept the gratitude calmly.
Thinking about it, the other party had brought the four members of the Fan family to this checkpoint, which had effectively delivered an opportunity to him.
Looking at it another way, if they had been sent to another checkpoint, wouldn't someone else be the one celebrating now?
"I understand, I understand. But thank you all the same. Thank you, Alliance!"
"Go on, go on. Hurry back."
He waved Luo Man away.
Watching the pickup truck leave, Mandler's eyes were filled with emotion.
Order could not be established overnight.
Once upon a time, he had been just like Luo Man, bowing and scraping before powerful shelters.
But