"The last-ranked Base City?"
Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow.
Well damn, they were going straight for the biggest one.
The Base Cities after No. 150 were numbered with odd numbers in the north and even numbers in the south.
Calling No. 187 the northernmost Base City would be absolutely correct.
"Brother Ye, have you been there before? What's it like?"
"Mm."
Ye Chenyang nodded and gave a brief explanation:
"There isn't even an official force formally stationed there. The ones in charge are a bunch of local snakes."
"On the surface, they package themselves as legitimate civilian organizations, but in reality, their makeup is extremely complicated. There are all kinds of people."
"But without exception, every one of them is quite formidable."
As for that place, Ye Chenyang could sum it up in one word—chaos.
With just a few sentences, Jiang Mian understood the place's true nature.
Wasn't it just a "dumping ground"?
Desperadoes, terminally ill Aberrants, bounty hunters... they were all sources of social instability that ordinary Base Cities could not tolerate.
After all, it was one of the few lands beyond the law. Only there did they possess what could be called "freedom."
Yet those who could endure the mist and truly make it there were only the cream of the crop among them.
Natural selection at work, really.
But the existence of such a place not only posed no threat to the authorities, it actually helped maintain internal order.
To the authorities, all those dangerous individuals who were hard to contain fled there, like poisoned blood being drained away—and plenty of them perished along the way.
As long as no eighth-tier emerged there, it could not threaten the authorities, so they simply let them be.
"Brother Ye, should we head straight there now?"
"No rush."
Ye Chenyang