After Councilor Landon finished speaking, he watched Lin Qi's expression. Lin Qi's calm face showed neither surprise nor a frown.
He looked as though he had just heard that "for only ten dollars, you can help an eighteen-year-old girl escape her troubles"—casual, ordinary, and not particularly tempting.
Two or three seconds later, Lin Qi's expression changed. Just by looking at him, you knew he was about to smile.
Sure enough, the slight upward curve of his lips formed a handsome, friendly smile. Lin Qi looked at Councilor Landon. "What did they say?"
"They" referred to the people who had given Councilor Landon this information.
Councilor Landon lowered his voice a little further. "They say that Elysium Island is actually a business belonging to the Duncan Family. They secretly send the finest slaves gathered from all over the world to the island."
"The slaves are all used for... you know..." Landon chuckled twice. It was neither disgust nor fondness, but the kind of laughter that mocked them. "...People always have plenty of desires."
"Besides that, they use legal or illegal means to help certain big shots fulfill their little 'wishes.' It's a place used for trading power."
"It's also the key to maintaining the Duncan Family's position!"
It was easy to imagine how terrifying the Duncan Family's influence over every sector of the Federation would become once those big shots became guests on the island.
From the moment they pushed the legislation through to the vote establishing it, very little time had passed. There had barely been anyone in Congress voting against it—
If not to prove that the vote was fair and impartial, allowing everyone to reasonably express their wishes and attitudes, perhaps even those few symbolic opposing votes would not have existed.
But they knew that this was the