Kamei Country's West Port on the Second Island Chain, Feng Xue hung a camera around his neck, carried a guitar case on his back, wore a press pass on his chest, and donned a camouflage-colored plaid shirt. He stood among a group of similarly dressed individuals, watching as a cargo ship approached the dock slowly.
The ticket inspectors at the dock had started checking tickets, but their expressions were far from pleasant; they even had a look in their eyes that seemed to regard others as fools. Feng Xue smirked at this, but a familiar fellow journalist approached him and said,
"Buddy, you look green. Judging by your appearance, did you volunteer for this?"
"Yeah, I've wanted to do this since I was little." A uniquely naive stupidity characteristic of college students appeared on Feng Xue's face. Seeing this, the familiar journalist's smile faded, and he warned with a serious tone,
