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.,Thirty kilometers away from the city, in an abandoned factory, there was a chaotic mess of industrial waste visible everywhere. Battle-damaged mecha fragments were piled high as well. On this resource-scarce planet, those in power didn't have the resources or goodwill to deal with such rubbish. The free labor from the slums would solve these mundane problems for them, saving the government a considerable amount of money. What better way to do it,When he was young and ignorant, he never asked his foster parents about their past. But when he grew a little older, his foster parents went out scavenging during a pirate raid and were killed by a stray bullet. 。Mu Fan then had no more opportunities to ask about the details of the past. 。That year, he was ten years old. 。。