"Bastard! How dare a native like you look down on me!"
The man grabbed the staff member by the collar and, in his fury, pulled out a fruit knife and pointed it at the other man's neck.
"Give me back my locomotive!"
The staff member showed no fear, maintaining his disdain.
"You're a failure. Why can't you just stay in the city and behave? Someone like you thinks he deserves to become a Train Conductor again? What a clown."
Security Guards quickly subdued the man, but incidents like this did not end there.
More and more former Train Conductors who had stayed in Solo City but were living unsatisfactory lives gathered here.
They sought their old trains, hoping to leave the city.
Without the influence of Peace.
These people had neither money nor power, could barely find work, and could only become beggars in the gutters. Their restless hearts gradually awakened.
They were failures through and through. If they wanted to set foot in the Endless Wasteland again, their only option was to seize a locomotive here.
The manager of the Trading Hall clenched his fists in anger as he watched the Wanderers gathering outside.
"Damn it, what the hell are these useless bastards trying to do? Where are the reinforcements? Why aren't they here yet?"
"The higher-ups said we should find a way to hold out ourselves. They're busy."
"Hold out? Hold out, my ass!"
Ye Qiyan knew perfectly well what had caused all this.
It seemed Zhuxing Tu had successfully obtained that Order Card.
That was why the sense of peace in this city had disappeared. Without its influence, these Train Conductors whose lives had gone poorly reexamined their lives and realized that, rather than being despised beggars, they might live better if they returned to the wasteland