Inside the Governor's Mansion of He Fang Island, at the very center of the round table in the conference hall.
Margaret listened with furrowed brows as her subordinates reported on their work, her face marred by a scar showing signs of weariness and exhaustion.
It wasn't just her; the other administrators of He Fang who were present seemed equally worn.
Managing a group of humans under the apocalypse was no easy task; under the despair of rising sea levels, they were merely a hair's breadth away from becoming lawless mobs.
If not handled properly, they could easily cross that line, and there were also some malicious individuals constantly tempting them to do so.
"The resettlement of the citizens in the Dock District was completed yesterday. The Navy has been deployed in every street, taking full control of public security. All laws are now wartime regulations…"
