AD 2150, Xiacheng District.
There is always a rancid smell in the air, like broken nutritious ointment mixed with engine oil and left to sit in the old, dirty sewers for three days and three nights. The sky was gray, the heavy lead clouds made people breathless, and the acid rain that fell from time to time could scald and blister the skin.
"Ahem... With this damn weather, I'll have to cough my lungs out sooner or later."
Lin Xiu wiped the sludge from his face. The "old man" he had used for eight years in his hand, a polished hydraulic wrench, was biting a rusty nut on the suspension motorcycle's transmission shaft. He gritted his back molars, and the veins on his neck popped out. The white-washed work clothes had long been soaked with sweat and clung to his thin back.
"Work hard! Haven't you eaten? If you can't finish this order, you won't be able to get the low-quality nutritional supplements tonight!"
The owner of the car repair shop, the cyborg known as "Old Gear", was sitting behind the counter with his legs crossed. His left eye with an implanted electronic eye flashed a mean red light, and he was playing with a newly collected energy coin in his hand, making a tinkling sound. This old guy's heart is darker than the mud in this wasteland. This order can obviously earn fifty credit points. If it falls into Lin Xiu's hands, it would be nice to have two points, which is enough to buy the lowest-quality "Stomach Glue" mixed with sawdust.
