Coming out of Lihua, Jiang Chen rejected Zhao Chenwu's invitation to stay in Paradise Island Hotel at no expense and walked straight to the Development Bureau.
The inner circle had drastically changed. He remembered a few months ago, when he first came here, the only things that had left an impression on him were the spider tank and the fully-equipped soldiers. Now, however, there were pedestrians in flamboyant clothing.
The radiation dust in the air felt depressing as ever, but a touch of liveliness permeated the entire camp.
Prosperity.
Zhao Chenwu's high-end car was no longer unique. Fewer armored vehicles patrolled the streets now taken up by personal vehicles. Along the busiest street were building expansions here and there.
After displaying his genetic ID to the patrolling soldiers, Jiang Chen entered the hall.
"Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" a receptionist at the front desk said professionally while twirling a pen.
