A week later.
Royal Office Building.
The office was as splendid as a palace.
Ya Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly squinting his eyes, using his senses of smell and hearing to feel the sunshine and bird chirping outside, as if he was also sensing the stabilized mountains and rivers.
The TM Organization terrorists had recently been completely swept clean in Nanga.
Domestic transportation was gradually recovering, private entry and exit were once again allowed, and livelihoods were beginning to revive.
He had just moved back to the office building from the military to work.
At that moment, the secretary knocked on the door: "Your Highness, Miss Lan is here to see you."
His eyebrows furrowed, his calm mood disturbed, as memories of the night at the Tiss Hotel a week ago surfaced in his mind.
That night, he awoke with a sore back, sat up on the large bed, feeling an inexplicable pleasure as all his desires had been vented.
