Two Perverts

Two days later.

Bai Zhu stood at the entrance to the garbage belt on Meteor City's outskirts. The first thing he did was pull up his collar while continuously rummaging through Milluki's things.

"I'm starting to miss Old Trench. Huh? Where's your mask?"

Milluki crawled out from behind a pile of scrap metal, clutching his terminal, with a broken sheet of iron balanced over his head.

"Are you crazy? That place was so dangerous, and you miss it?"

Bai Zhu looked at the mountains of garbage stretching ahead.

A grayish-yellow sky pressed down overhead. Someone was burning waste in the distance, and smoke drifted low, mixed with the stench of rot, rust, and an indescribable sourness.

This place did not have the terror of Old Trench, where one wrong step could send you straight to your ancestors.

But it made people uncomfortable.

It was like everything the world did not want had been thrown here, with people casually tossed in along with it.

Bai Zhu raised a hand and waved it in front of his face.

"At least Old Trench had a consistent smell. This place is a punch to the skull."

Milluki stuffed his terminal back into his bag and patted the armored vehicle beside him.

"Enough nonsense. Get in."

Bai Zhu looked at the vehicle and raised an eyebrow.

"You fixed it?"

Milluki lifted his chin.

"Of course. You can question my character, but you cannot question my craftsmanship."

Bai Zhu had been quite happy before getting in.

After all, this vehicle had saved them several times before. Although he had eventually stored it in the system space, Milluki had nagged about it for two days straight and insisted on inspecting it again.

Now, its outer shell had been repaired, the tires replaced, and several armor plates patched