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.,Mu Fan wasn't very talkative, but he was very sensible.,With a whoosh, Mu Fan stopped, his bright eyes shining at this moment. He stood at the edge of the jungle, sniffing the pungent scent of wild beasts in the air。