"Did you find out? About transport?" Shu XinYi asked Kevin, who was shamelessly eating breakfast in XinYi's room—the one he made for himself.
"Mhm. They unfortunately have no means yet. But I asked about the postal service. It's reliable. Since we have good connections with the council, we often transfer things over. As for claiming the evidence for myself, that is also maintained, so there is no problem there." Kevin had a sort of awakening yesterday after he saw the kid at work inside the space pod. For an idiot, he is awfully insightful. Thankfully, he was still a blockhead. A puppy on a leash; Kevin could work with that.
"What sort of modern world doesn't have transport?" Shu XinYi had already investigated on his own in the morning, but he also arrived at the same answer. He could only complain to Snow.
"Why does it matter boss? You have literally gone up 100 thousand steps more than once, how is some walking around a challenge?" Snow couldn't figure it out.