Leisurely Wasteland Frontier

The Supreme Marshal of the Meng City Military District gave Fu Junlin a meaningful look upon seeing the document.

However, Fu Junlin could not yet discern the Supreme Marshal's stance. He did not know whether the man belonged to the Zhonghe Institute or the War Preparedness Institute; the man had hidden it well.

The Supreme Marshal of the Meng City Military District personally escorted Fu Junlin into the transfer station of the First War Zone.

Put plainly, the First War Zone was a massive transfer station, a Death-Cycle Arena. The entire place was a garrison military district.

More than thirty thousand troops were stationed there!

And they were all regular Federation Army soldiers, unlike the garrison troops in the Iron Second War Zone, whose standards were about on par with college students.

Beyond the transfer station's outer walls lay a boundless wasteland.

Several surveillance fortresses stood on either side of the outer gate. The stationed troops would occasionally patrol and move about in the wasteland.

To them, having lived in the Arena Zone year-round, sprinting through the wasteland every now and then really did give them a taste of freedom.

It was pretty much like prisoners being let out for fresh air...

Fu Junlin was young, and the moment he entered the transfer station, he drew the attention of many stationed soldiers. Most merely gave him a quick glance, but upon seeing the rank on his uniform, they all exchanged looks.

No one knew what sort of important figure had arrived.

Fu Junlin headed straight for the garrison military district's headquarters.

"This is like shitting on someone's neck. If it's solid, they can scrape it off; if it's diarrhea, they can wipe it away. But this is shitting on their neck, then prying open their mouth afterward..."

Big Black muttered