The environmental balance system was clearly ineffective in this overcrowded hall. The whispers, coughs, and cries of children blended into a cacophony of noise. Various smells mixed together, making the already murky air even more unbearable.
The immigration inspectors here were certainly not government officials. They were rude, with sinister gazes, and the inspection process was arbitrary. Their main focus was checking for weapons and explosives, and items like bootleg liquor were also prohibited.
When it was Meiduo's turn, the inspectors casually rummaged through her simple luggage. The inspector with slanted eyes glanced at Meiduo with curiosity and greed before waving her through.
After taking a few steps, Meiduo heard a middle-aged man wearing glasses in simple clothing behind her shouting, "Why are you checking for money? Without enough money, you can't enter the space station? What kind of rule is this?"
