"Are you saying that the entire stretch of sea around Qinggang City has disappeared? That only a bare riverbed remains? And none of us felt a thing?"
"You think I'd believe that?"
Kneeling on one knee, Galu forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, his whole body trembling slightly.
The shelters established before the war had inherited traditions for more than three hundred years, and no one knew how many generations of administrators they had gone through.
According to the traditions inherited from the original Free State, most shelter administrators were basically elected by public vote. For example, the current administrator of Harbor Shelter had once been nothing more than a skilled fisherman. He had only won the election after steadily receiving seventy percent of the vote.
However, a few shelters had developed different election rules, either because of reforms or accidents.
Pingtan Shelter was one of them.
It was said that before Hunter Tiger took the administrator's throne, he had personally snapped the neck of the previous administrator.
The reason was simple.
Under that man's command, Pingtan Shelter had been completely unable to resist the increasingly arrogant mutants. It could only keep shrinking its defensive lines and suffer unnecessary casualties.
Even when countless people urged him otherwise, he ignored them and stubbornly stuck to his own ideas.
One night, Hunter Tiger, then the commander-in-chief of the Pingtan Defense Force, had finally had enough of swallowing his frustration. He personally entered the administrator's room to report on the battle results.
When he came back out, the previous administrator had vanished without a trace. Not even a corpse remained. Only a bloodstained confession had told people what had happened.
Over the next three months, Hunter Tiger had used thunderous methods to make the nearby mutants pay the price. He had even