In Bailin Country's Maika City, Feng Xue stepped out of the subway and took a deep breath of the air, rich with the smell of motor oil. His face filled with nostalgia.
"What a sight from home. I've really missed it!"
"Home?" Mang Ke wasn't bothered by the smell in the air. As a woman in the technical field, majoring in Mecha design and manufacturing, this kind of scent made her feel relaxed too.
She walked out of the subway station and looked at the extremely backward architecture all around them. She couldn't help feeling surprised.
"Is this really Bailin Country? Not some Third World nation?"
Hearing Mang Ke's completely unvarnished question, Feng Xue shrugged.
"That's what a heavily industrialized city looks like. After all, light and heavy industry are its mainstay on the surface. Pollution control is basically a false proposition here. I mean, even the Four Extremes couldn't afford to weaken their combat potential just to improve living standards when the situation was this complicated.
"But if the environment's bad, Rich People won't come here. Without Rich People, the consumer sector can't flourish, so naturally the city can't develop. If I had to say what this dump has going for it, one thing would be its transportation system, and the other would be its industrial workforce."
As he spoke, Feng Xue pointed toward a little bar by the street.
"In a place like this, all you have to do is shout, and you'll have a crowd of highly skilled technicians show up. If the price is right, they can build you a second-tier mech in three days. The quality control definitely won't match a big factory's, of course, but if you only plan to fight one battle, its Combat Power might be even better."
At Feng Xue's words,