Thick space junk floated around the planet, the only safe passage being a special channel reserved for planetary administrators. A batch of federally-funded resources below average standards would be transported to the planet every two months.,The surroundings were a silent wilderness, with only the occasional chirps of birds. 。In a corner of the factory, sparks occasionally flew out. A bonfire burned quietly, and a long shadow flickered on the ruins. 。,With a whoosh, Mu Fan stopped, his bright eyes shining at this moment. He stood at the edge of the jungle, sniffing the pungent scent of wild beasts in the air。