"Good day sir, to where are we headed?" Asked the driver as he squeezed over, looking particularly brawny.
Garen looked at the filthy street around him, it was completely unlike the urban main city which he imagined, instead, it felt more similar to the time when he was going to the train station during the New Years back on Earth.
The street ahead of him was an unorganized mess. It was completely fenced up by a light silver metal bar, forcing those who wished to leave the street to go through two big inspection gates.
All the people within the fence were seemingly squeezing against each other. Shoulder-to-shoulder, Garen was completely surrounded by the crowd. It wasn't just the energy machinists who had come out, but also a lot of taxi drivers who squeezed their ways in along with them. These drivers were abnormally passionate, some even doubled as a tour guide.