After greeting Jiang Chen at the airport, Moro provided great hospitability.
The vehicle fleet consisted of the extended version of Black Lincolns, and the hotel where he stayed was the National Guest Hotel in Moro. Passing through the emerald green lawn, under the guise of the honor guards, they set foot on pure white stone steps, the marble columns solemnly lined up, giving a Parisian Pantheon charm.
Seeing the flag of the rebel forces flutter as the national flag, the scene did stun Jiang Chen.
But then the only thought in his head was how corrupt they were!
Although the per capita income was only 800 US Dollar, this didn't prevent the warlords that ruled MLL Island from living a lavish life. After spending many decades fighting a guerrilla warfare with the Country F government in the mountains, they finally achieved their long-cherished wish. How could they manage to control themselves from pursuing a better life?
