By the time Luo Xia and the others reached Sea City, three days had passed. They had chosen to travel by sea. After all, now that the Chairman had eliminated the Sea of Death, it was relatively safer than the other routes.
Besides, their destination was Sea City anyway, which spared them plenty of unnecessary trouble.
When Luo Xia arrived in Sea City, Old Chen, director of the Sea City Special Affairs Bureau, headed the welcoming party. Although the Lord of the Mist had crippled most of the nation's communications, the Special Affairs Bureau still had a few ways to stay in touch internally.
The A-Rank Shabby Mailbox could send a letter to any mailing address, provided the letter's contents were written using the matching Antique Printer and a fully detailed mailing address was included beneath the signature. It was also limited to sending five letters and receiving fifty letters per day.
Originally, only people with the highest security clearance could use it. But Luo Xia's circumstances had changed. He was an SS-Rank Ghost-Tamer, held the rank of Admiral, and, most importantly, was the Chairman's most trusted man. As a result, this heavily restricted Weird item had been cleared for Luo Xia's use.
Likewise, Wan Zhuo, a fugitive whose wanted notice the Commissioner had "personally" signed, received the highest-priority treatment. Thus, even with communications down, someone had managed to report Wan Zhuo's whereabouts to headquarters.
Old Chen clasped Luo Xia's hand in excitement and said,
"I always knew you were no ordinary man, General Luo, but I never expected this day to come so soon. You've reached such a high position in less than six months. You put an old hand like me to shame."
Luo Xia smiled bashfully. At heart, he was still a boy of sixteen or seventeen,