Huang Fulai and hundreds of other officials from Xucheng Base City were all placed under house arrest on the night they arrived in Haijing City.

They were placed in a modest hotel called the Regent Hotel for the sake of provisional review.

Eating and drinking are delivered by special personnel.

But everyone is not allowed to leave their rooms.

Nor is it allowed to have private contact with the outside world.

There is a lot of controversy in the outside world about how to deal with these officials.

It is broadly divided into two factions.

One faction believes that the loss of the city and land by the officials of the Xucheng base city is extremely bad in nature, and they must be severely punished to set an example.

The other faction believes that the destruction of Xucheng is due to the ferocity of the star beasts, coupled with the unfavorable rescue of the surrounding major base cities, and the officials of Xucheng base city have done their best within the scope of their ability, and successfully brought 350,000 citizens to Haijing City safely, which is a meritorious service and must be rewarded.

The two factions are at loggerheads.

All kinds of scolding wars are overwhelming in public opinion.

In a short period of time, the climax was reached.

Top floor of the Regent Hotel.

Stand in front of the window.

Huang Fulai looked out.

He saw a street across the street that was the bustling 'Wanmao District'.

The so-called Wanmao refers to the free duty-free trade of all countries.

Bactria allowed countries, groups, tribes, and families from other continents and administrative regions to station a required number of troops in this region, and set up various agencies.

The forces stationed in it have the right to move freely in all areas of Haijing City and conduct various commercial trades.

On the other hand, ordinary Bactrian citizens were not allowed to enter it casually, otherwise they would be punished for invading the territory of another country.

Only those compradors are entitled to come and go as they please.

High in the distance.

You can clearly see the scene inside the Wanmao Zone.

A variety of cherished trees transplanted at a high price, such as lush, colorful and rare flowers, as well as expensive waterscape gardens, complement each other.

The scenery is beautiful, as if it is a paradise.

Some Xia people in overalls, wearing special overalls, sweat profusely under the scorching sun to prune flowers and trees.

They are diligent in their hands and feet, and they are watched by special people, and they dare not have the slightest neglect.

In the process of work, once you encounter a foreigner passing by, you must immediately stop what you are doing and bow your head and salute.

An elderly gardener was scolded by a passing blonde woman because he was standing on a ladder and moving a little slowly.

He was knocked to the ground by his bodyguards, and his head was bleeding.

The other Daxia workers on the side dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and hurriedly apologized and begged for mercy as soon as possible......

Seeing this scene, Huang Fulai's face showed a look of pain.

Times are changing.

People are changing.

But some imaginations that have long been shattered have made a comeback in this day and age.

Moment.

Huang Fulai opened his eyes again.

Look farther down the street to the southwest.

On the other side of the southeast side of the Wanmao Zone, there is a dry riverbed more than 1,000 meters wide.

It is like a moat, separating the beautiful and tranquil Wanmao District from the slum area of Seaview City.

On the side of the slum, along the river, a 20-metre high iron fence wall is erected, and a special garrison patrols back and forth.

A riverbed, an iron wall.

It's as if it's separating two worlds.

The slums are huge.

Most of the buildings are old houses from hundreds of years ago, and they are high-rise residential buildings left over from many years ago.

Due to lack of maintenance, it is now in a dilapidated state.

Some have fallen into tilt and collapsed.

Some are still stubbornly standing.

From a distance, it looks like it has been abandoned

Anthill hive.

There is no electricity in these old buildings, and there is no water supply or sewerage......

The stairs are broken, the handrails are broken.

The warriors at the bottom climb through light skills and live in it.

Even so, there are children and the elderly living in it.

After being sent to the upper floors by their families, they could no longer go down, and could only survive on the food brought by the young people of their families who worked hard to earn money every day.

There is not much green to see in the slums.

Reinforced cement ash is the main theme.

Countless people of Daxia live in it tenaciously and industriously, like a crowded ant colony.

Every morning, through hundreds of gates directly west of the slums, they leave the slum like a flood and go to work in various areas of Haijing city to earn a living.

At night, like the high tide, I returned to live here.

Huang Fulai saw from a distance that a long queue was lined up outside the slums.

Those Xucheng refugees who had difficulty entering the city last night were now registering and undergoing many identity checks, and then lined up to enter this slum.

They will be placed here forever.

It is said to be a resettlement, but it is actually an exile.

In the eyes of the superiors, they do not create much value, only to be sucked blood, like sheep in captivity, and are driven into the poor one by one.

Huang Fulai's heart was aching.

Because he knows very well that for many refugees in Xucheng who have been completely bankrupt, it is difficult to buy real estate, find a job, and gain a foothold, even in the slums.

After experiencing desperate ordeals in the wilderness and countless hardships to come to Haijing City, what awaits them is not a safe and stable life.

It's more brutal oppression.

When the last drop of blood from all over their bodies is sucked dry, what awaits them is death.

In the past, Huang Fulai had not heard of the chaotic and corrupt situation in Haijing City.

At this time, I saw it with my own eyes, and my heart was like a knife.

Huang Fulai, who was standing in front of the window, closed his eyes in pain.

He wanted to change that.

But there is nothing they can do to change it.

He is now in prison himself.

Huang Fulai thought of the young man in black.

The young man's clear and indifferent eyes came to mind.

"I'm sorry."

He clenched his fists and muttered with a wry smile, "I'm still going to disappoint you, I can't do it."

The small hotel can't trap the powerhouses of the Five Spirit Realm.

But he trapped him in the Five Spirit Realm.

Since last night, since he was stationed, Huang Fulai has written 28 letters and submitted 36 investigation reports, detailing the causes and consequences of the fall of Xucheng Base City.

But all the mud cows entered the sea, and there were no waves.

He appealed several times to see the Chief Executive.

But they were all told that they needed to wait.

Await.

When?

He didn't know.

He feared that he would die here without a sound.

Death is not terrible.

What is terrible is the worthlessness of death.

What is terrible is that the death is not clear.

Knock knock.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Then the door was pushed open.

A tall and tall figure walked quickly into the room.

Huang Fulai turned around and looked at it, and an uncontrollable smile and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"Why are you here?"

He hurried to meet him.

With a hearty smile on his face, he said, "You're in such a difficult situation, how can I not come? I remember what I said at the beginning, and I came to make good on my promise."