Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Five days ago, Yang Wenqing had concluded his inspection of the Southern Theater and returned to the Provincial Police Department.
The Provincial Police Department had prepared an office for him and his staff officers. Over the past five days, he had scarcely left it.
During the day, they reviewed data, checked reports, and exchanged opinions with liaison officers from the various theaters. At night, they meditated and practiced Qi Refining in the quiet room, digesting the remaining medicinal power of the Sacred Heart Pill within their bodies.
His ordinary emotions had returned, and while reviewing documents, he would occasionally recall the battle at Redstone Archipelago, still feeling a lingering sense of dread.
Today marked the final stage of wrapping up his work. After finishing what was in his hands, Yang Wenqing looked up. His office was spacious, with several rows of desks arranged by function. Three data analysts sat by the windows; Liu Qin was organizing documents at the far end of the long conference table; Yang Yuan and Nian Qian were encrypting and archiving the finalized files one by one.
Jin Ming sat in a chair in the corner, compiling loss statistics for the past half year, with Qi Yan assisting him; meanwhile, Yang Hailin and Chu Tian were consolidating all the data.
After observing everyone at work, Yang Wenqing lowered his gaze to the three finalized documents spread across his desk. Lan Ying was dozing on his shoulder.
These three documents were the results of his work over the past two months. The cover of the first read, Eastern Sea Defense Inspection Log.
It recorded the entire inspection in detail, from the assessment of troop deployments in the Northern Theater on Bluefish Island, to terrain survey data for the