Qu Jianlei pushed the wheelchair for two streets before encountering a garbage truck.
Even this kind of vehicle is self-driving and cleverly displays subtitles, "Do you want to dispose of the abandoned wheelchair?"
To get rid of the wheelchair, Qu Jianlei inserted three silver coins, unsure how this was calculated.
After they left, they planned to buy some new clothes—their current clothing was out of place in the Gorge.
Walking down the street, Qu Jianlei curiously asked, "The landfill in Hong District... is it for dumping the Gorge's garbage?"
"And the pre-apocalyptic," Xiao Moshan replied expressionlessly, "How much garbage can the Gorge alone produce?"
So Hong District is supposed to be the landfill? Qu Jianlei helplessly pursed his lips, "Why not dump it in Desert District?"
"Why didn't they?" Xiao Moshan's voice was emotionless, "The garbage in Hong District isn't the most hazardous!"
