According to Fati, the human gathering point was built on the hills, not far from the coast, and there was only a simple road leading there. If one wanted to drive there, they would definitely be stopped on the road.
The other one seemed normal to the Fati, but what Zhang Zian found strange was that the people living there still maintained the tradition of men farming and women weaving. If the fully armed security guards and rare technology equipment were ignored, it was like the idyllic era thousands of years ago.
Sometimes, Fati would run to a place closer to the village and stand on a high place. From there, one could see the men working hard in the fields, the women busy raising all kinds of poultry and domestic animals, and the security guards carrying weapons patrolling the periphery with dogs.
"Is someone trying to escape?" Zhang Zian asked.