Two hundred eleven. Trouble

The carriage first returned to the Sailor District and briefly stopped before carrying Lu Li to Anres Brothers Repair Station on Snowflake Street.

Perhaps because the rainy season was nearing, there were particularly many customers coming to buy tools and seek consultations.

The Alliance Personnel playing the role of the boss was even too busy to greet Lu Li and could only respond to the inquiries of the customers crowded in front of the counter.

Lu Li accessed the underground base through an elevator hidden behind a mural, noting that there were several more buckets for catching leaks in the corner of the wall than there had been the day before. The hall was as empty as ever, with only Alliance Personnel wiping glasses behind the bar in the rest area.

"A glass of milk."

Lu Li said to him, sitting down at the edge.

A chill rose from beneath him, and Lu Li suddenly remembered that this week's base duty officer was Rachel, not Tesla.