The glass windows of the skyscraper rose layer upon layer, resembling a blue-green ocean.
The seven grand characters of the Nanjiang City Joint Council reflected the sky at the top, as one flying car after another sliced through the airwaves, descending from the sky.
Buzz!
The tail waves swept up, and the gray stone brick plaza was filled with silhouettes.
City elites in suits filled the scene, with the secretaries and assistants of various council members, as well as trusted strong security personnel.
Some holding guns, others carrying briefcases.
Amidst the throng of escorts, council members stepped out, engaging in light-hearted conversation, and walked into the building.
"From a small place, you'll always be from a small place."
"Even if there's an opportunity, you'll never be able to surpass your social class."
Overlooking this scene, the suited figure inside the descending flying device wore a calm expression, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.
