The Third Theft

April 2.

Outskirts of Zhonghai City.

Fine rain drifted down from the sky.

The long, bitter winter had ended, and spring had arrived.

Two months ago, this place had been nothing but ordinary farmland. Now, it had drawn the eyes of the entire world.

Because the first mass migration of a million people was about to begin here.

To prepare for the terrifying passenger numbers that could be easily predicted in the future, and to ensure the safety of landing transport ships, a gigantic airport covering dozens of square kilometers had been built here in just three short months.

At the same time, the villages and towns within twenty kilometers had been relocated elsewhere.

The final list for the first wave of migrants had been confirmed a month ago.

The list included researchers, soldiers, police officers, government employees, and some ordinary citizens. They would be the first to familiarize themselves with life and work aboard the ships, gaining valuable experience for the mass migration not long afterward.

Inside the airport's enormous departure hall.

The crowd was packed together, and Chen Xingyue, seated among them, kept checking the time.

Eight thirty.

In another half hour, a transport ship would arrive here, taking a million people aboard its mothership in batches.

This was an opportunity Chen Xingyue had begged her brother for ages to secure.

Of course, unlike the others, she wouldn't be staying permanently. She was just going on a short trip.

The young man beside her hesitated for a long time before finally asking nervously, "Hello, are you here alone?"

"Yes, I am." Chen Xingyue smiled politely.

As the younger sister of Chief Chen, the God of Martial Arts, and a princess in the media of various countries, she was little known to the public outside certain circles. She usually