"Brother Han, what do you mean by that?" Duan Fei stared blankly at Han Xu. "What do you mean... abandoned? Millions of people live here. Is the Supervisor General Bureau just going to ignore them?!"
Han Xu did not look at him. He gently pulled up the white sheet and covered the deceased again.
"It is not that they are ignoring it. This city's location is too unique. Not only is it very close to the Quarantine Zone, but its port also leads directly to the Molian River. On the other side of the Molian River is Mogu Country. Guangshan City is like a bridge allowing Xenomorphs to reach Mogu. Sending more people here would only obstruct that bridge."
As Han Xu spoke, he glanced at Duan Fei. Seeing the devastated expression on his face, he could not help sighing. He raised a hand and lightly patted Duan Fei's shoulder.
"Many of the cities near Mogu Country do not even have Supervision Branches. There is a shortage of people everywhere... everywhere is understaffed. So this time, I am taking responsibility for the incident not entirely because of you, but also because of Guangshan City." Han Xu paused, then continued, "In a few weeks, I will be transferred away from here."
Duan Fei panicked. "Brother Han, where are they transferring you?"
Han Xu looked at him with a faint smile. "Classified. Don't ask."
Duan Fei felt awful. "There were clearly more than thirty Inspectors who graduated in the same batch as me. Why are there still not enough people? Why is there always a shortage? You are definitely being transferred to fill a vacancy at another branch."
The faint smile at the corner of Han Xu's lips vanished, and his expression became somewhat cold.
"Think about the first batch of Inspectors.