Inside the Chun Prefecture Hotel.
Chang He draped a bath towel over himself.
He lay comfortably on the sofa, chatting with his classmates in the Alliance on his phone.
His secretary sat beside him with a plate of fruit and said quietly, "Young master, I've booked your flight back to the Alliance for the day after tomorrow."
"Mm."
Chang He nodded absently.
The secretary stole a furtive glance at Chang He, an almost imperceptible chill flashing through his eyes.
"Young master, are we just leaving like this?"
"What else?" Chang He casually picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite, mumbling, "My brother's dead set on investing in Chun Prefecture. Am I supposed to fall out with him over this stupid little thing?"
"I might disagree with what he wants to do, but brothers don't undermine each other."
"If I keep making a fuss, I'll only embarrass him. Better out of sight, out of mind."
Most of Chang He's anger had dissipated after he returned to the hotel.
He was no longer dwelling on the investment either.
"Young master..."
Unwilling to give up, the secretary took out a tablet and handed it to Chang He.
On it was an investigative report.
An investigative report on Fei Island published by an Alliance media outlet.
The headline read, "The Misery of Life on Fei Island After the War."
"Ordinary household incomes have fallen by eighty percent, and the birth rate has dropped by sixty percent."
The accompanying picture showed a family of three rummaging through a garbage heap.
They looked utterly miserable.
"Young master, you've spent years away from the Asia Region, so you don't know much about it." The secretary peeled off his Human Skin Mask, revealing a horrifying face covered in burns, with no nose. "I saw our