He Ao's gaze followed the frail figure's line of sight forward.
In the narrow streets between those grand buildings, among the shadows, cramped shanties were currently squeezed together.
A boxy vehicle resembling a garbage truck was parked among the shanties, and surrounding the vehicle, some people were busy at work.
They were carrying off big plastic tubs full of what appeared to be discarded food from the vehicle and distributing them to various groups of people, who then started sorting through them.
And that frail figure sitting by the street, at this moment, was holding a black plastic bag, staring blankly at the sorting crowd.
"They are sorting 'Packaged Meat'."
At this time, Hel seemed to have noticed the shift in He Ao's gaze, he set the vehicle on autopilot, turned his head, and whispered.
"'Packaged Meat'?"
He Ao turned his head, looking confusedly at Hel.
"Simply put,"
