I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

Shen Bei ignored the chatter of the crowd and walked past them at a leisurely pace.

It would be a lie if those old black men didn't get angry when they saw Shen Bei carrying the heads.

After killing someone, he still brags about it, which is a bit disrespectful.

Even so, none of the old blacks dared to move, and could only watch Shen Bei leave.

Shen Bei walked straight to the edge of Titan, took a look, and jumped over.

This Titan is more interesting.

If the architectural style of Shelter No. 36 is quite standard, then Lao Hei's Sigao Shelter is in a dilapidated state.

The shelter before us is Steam World.

On the sea behind Titan, there were many ironclad ships with white smoke spewing out of their chimneys. On the shore, there were old shacks everywhere and dirty and messy pieces of canvas on the ground.

On the back of the Titan there are stock exchanges, theaters, churches, and beautifully designed street shops.

Atop the imposing structure is a giant wooden billboard that reads Welcome to the Mazu Sanctuary.

Amidst the billowing steam, a bright yellow airship slowly floated across the sky, and its spire with a strong metallic texture inspired awe.

The variety of machines serving humans is dizzying.

Beneath their cold appearance lies the fiery and surging ambition of human beings to control nature.

A disgusting fishy smell came, and Shen Bei withdrew his gaze.

A truckload of dead fish boxes were piled up randomly, and a few residents were standing there sparsely. Without exception, they all had Asian faces.

These people may come from Southeast Asia.

"Do you need help?"

At this time, a man came over and asked with a smile.

So kind-hearted... Shen Bei looked at him.

The man in front of him had black hair and yellow skin, was short and fat, had a bulbous nose and green eyes, a long mustache, had a slight limp in one leg, was not tall, and was dressed like a cowboy.

"If possible, I'd like to see the technology in your shelter. I'd like to purchase some equipment."

Shen Bei had no hope that this shelter would be of much help to him.

But Shen Bei had to prove his identity as the financial sponsor.

"By the way." Shen Bei said again: "I still need to meet your leader. My leader has an invitation letter that needs to be delivered."

"That's it..."

The man in front of him thought for a moment and responded, "I can take you to see the leader. Sir, my name is Liang Zicheng. What's your name? And, can you... throw away this dead man's head first?"

"Shen Bei."

Shen Bei shook the head on the stick and said with a smile, "This is my pass."

Liang Zicheng sighed and smacked his lips: "Okay, as far as the customer is concerned, as long as you like it."

"It seems that you are not pedantic." Shen Bei said lightly.

Liang Zicheng extended his hand and led Shen Bei inside. "This has nothing to do with being pedantic. Death is death. Everything should disappear, right?"

"That's a meaningless death, but my stick has a clear meaning. For example, if someone wants to rob me, he has to think twice about whether the next head he hangs will be his own."

"Is this for me?"

"I didn't find any invisible superpowers around."

Liang Zicheng paused, his face looking a little grim: "Sir, your words are really hurtful."

"As long as no one dies, it's fine." Shen Bei grinned.

Liang Zicheng could only suppress his dissatisfaction and said helplessly: "I imagine that the daily struggles in your shelter must be very fierce, right?"

"Medical technology is advanced and can explain your problem very well. You are welcome to Shelter No. 36 for treatment of injuries."

"You're really humorous."

Liang Zicheng walked in front, through the bustling crowd.

This shelter called Mazu has many outsiders, including white people, black people, brown people, etc.

Everyone was looking at this seemingly backward and novel shelter in amazement.

Shen Bei asked curiously, "Other shelters are all RVs, why are there boats behind your shelter?"