The Pedestrian Street area had a lot of foot traffic and was well suited for setting up stalls and doing business.
Feng Ling remembered that Qingjiang City had similar places. Before creatures like Xenomorphs appeared, Qingjiang's Snack Streets stretched one after another, brightly lit and exceptionally lively.
Some neighborhoods stayed bustling until two in the morning.
Later, Qingjiang City was classified as a high-risk zone, and the city began enforcing a curfew. Shops gradually closed after eight at night, and by nine, there was not a single person on the streets.
Of course, going out at night was not absolutely forbidden.
For example, if someone suddenly fell ill or worked late and was still wandering outside late at night, they would be treated as suspicious and questioned if discovered by a Patrol Car. At times like that, they could only cooperate with the police.
The citizens of Guangshan City seemed different from those in Qingjiang City. They were far less cooperative.
The Patrol Car had been parked there for over twenty minutes, yet many stall owners still dragged their feet and refused to leave. There were also plenty of people wandering around aimlessly, taking the opportunity to buy some cold noodles or Fried Yogurt while eating and watching the commotion.
The officers seemed experienced with this. They had mastered a certain rhythm—during the first twenty minutes, they used loudspeakers to urge everyone to leave. After twenty minutes, their attitude hardened, and they began taking action, physically dragging people away.
Xu Yiming watched from the truck and felt anxious on their behalf.
When he saw an old man slowly packing up his stall, obviously still trying to stall for time, he could not help but advise him, "Sir! Hurry home! Even if you keep dragging this out, you won't make much