Hart's eyes stayed on Sophia's figure for a moment, and the complex emotions in his heart began to surge.

Her steps were steady, and her black special service uniform fit tightly against her tall figure, making her appear more calm and mature than before.

The gun case was still slung on her shoulders, and the heaviness that had been with her all year round seemed to have become a part of her.

Sophia came closer and whispered to him:

"Hart, I know you have a lot of things you want to tell me, but now is not the time for discussion. The director wants to see you, so come with me."

Hart frowned slightly, "That...angel wants to see me, an infected person?"

"Yes, he has something to talk to you about."

Hart thought for a while and couldn't think of any interaction between himself and the adult from Hell's Kitchen, but he still nodded and followed Sophia to the outside of the quarantine area.

As the two were walking, the scene in the quarantine area around them gradually became blurry.

Hart turned his head and looked at the busy administration operators. They all had different shapes, and the characteristics of people infected with strange hoof disease were clearly visible. The operators were commanding the bulldozers nimbly; others were flexibly working on the machinery.

Shuttle back and forth to coordinate the construction progress.

Their black special service uniforms were embroidered with red administration epaulets, neat and steady, bringing a sense of order to this long-oppressed area.

"These operators... are very disciplined." Hart couldn't help but speak.

Sofia nodded, with a hint of pride in her tone: "The administration's discipline is very strict. After they entered the isolation area, they had clear orders not to interfere with the residents' lives at will. All actions must be coordinated and not to appropriate the property of the infected.

There can be no forced buying or selling." She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Hart, seeming to understand his doubts.

"You don't have to worry. Everything they do in the quarantine area is transparent and fair. The goal of the administration is to abolish the cultural quarantine policy and completely overthrow the past system." Sofia's voice was firm, and this was a final decision.

Hart's pace slowed slightly.

"Is it really possible to overturn the quarantine policy?" Hart's voice revealed a sense of exhaustion and uneasiness.

As the leader of the HIV-positive Workers Federation, he knows that this gap is deeply rooted and has penetrated into every corner of society. It is not just physical separation, but also the indelible prejudices and fears in people's hearts.

What he is talking about is not physical overthrow, but actual - the direct and deep-rooted contradictory relationship between humans and infected people.

"Yes." Sophia said firmly.

"We will tear down the wall and reconnect the quarantine area with the city. Moreover, the authority will build schools at the junction, and we will also implement education programs for infected people to help them get the same learning opportunities as ordinary people. Your daughter Li

Hasn't Na always dreamed of becoming a horse racing athlete? She will have the opportunity to receive formal education and training, and her future will no longer be limited by her origins."

"Education? Career?" Hart murmured these words, which are very dreamy for those infected at the bottom.

"I know this is very dreamy, but the development of the economy...especially the extraordinary economy is bound to promote necessary social changes."

"Whether it's handicrafts, engineering technology or business management; whether it's basic occupations, thaumaturge planning, horse racing..." Sophia said seriously to Hart, "According to the director's words, all of the above are - not based on human nature.

The will of the people is the law of development that changes.”

"It doesn't depend on people's will..." Hart murmured this sentence.

As the conversation between the two continued, they came to the destination of their trip—a long-abandoned infected house.

The house is low and dilapidated. The exterior wall is covered with mottled cracks, as if it has been eroded by wind and rain for many years. The reddish-brown brick wall has long lost its original color, and the weeds in the corners have almost covered up the original foundation.

Most of the glass in the windows was broken, leaving a few remaining pieces of glass, shining faintly in the sunlight.

The door panel is half open, and the rusty iron lock hangs loosely on the door frame and may fall off at any time.

The steps outside the house were covered with dust and fallen leaves, indicating that the house had been abandoned for a long time.

In the open space in front of the door, there are some scattered old furniture and tools, which were obviously left behind when the previous residents left in a hurry.

Although the entire house is in disrepair, its thick walls and closed layout make it a temporary office area for the administration.

It is hard to imagine that the legendary fourth sword-bearer in heaven would temporarily work in a place like this.

Sophia stopped and turned to look at Hart, "This is the place temporarily arranged by the director, and our conversation will be held here."

"Come in, Hart, the director has been waiting for you for a long time."

Hart swallowed reluctantly, and then stepped in.

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In a temporary office area.

The surrounding environment has been cleaned and tidy, and the originally dilapidated rooms have been given a new look after the administration's quick rectification.

Several small screens hang on the rough walls to display the latest operational data and mission status.

A pile of documents on the desktop has been neatly classified, and the virtual projection screen next to it is slowly floating, flashing various government affairs information and various reports within the administration.

Although the space is small, it is arranged in an orderly manner and exudes an atmosphere of efficiency first.

Xia Xiu sat behind the old but solid wooden table in the center. His short golden hair shimmered, and his golden pupils looked particularly deep and gentle in the dim light.

He was wearing a simple but exquisite black uniform, and his silver cane was leaning casually on the edge of the table.

His fingers quickly flipped through the documents on the table, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the virtual projection screen next to him, approving different instructions.

Beside him, Pansy Jane stood quietly, holding several documents in her arms.

She wore a neat ponytail, her face was cold, and the tear mole in the corner of her eye gave her a soft beauty, but her expression was as cold as ever, as if no emotion could move her.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! She said nothing, waiting for the director's instructions, her eyes focused and calm.

In another corner of the office area, Turs, the commander-in-chief of the task force and the chief of the first hub of the administration, was lying bored on an old sofa.

Although he looks like an eleven or two-year-old child, his real age is over 100 years old.

The pair of fox ears moved slightly, looking naughty and cute, and the fox tail behind him was also swaying gently in the air, as if he didn't care about anything.

He gnawed on the apple lazily, and while chewing, he used his cunning eyes to secretly observe every move of Xia Xiu and Pan Xi.

"You are really busy." Tours took a bite of the apple and said to the blond young man in a lazy tone.

Pansy glanced at him coldly, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "Work is always so boring."

She still maintained her indifferent expression, standing there waiting without any fluctuation.

Turs frowned dissatisfied and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"You sound like I'm a fisherman. Please, I finally sorted out the mess in the square -"

He stood up from the sofa with a sudden jerk, put his hands on his hips, his fox ears trembled slightly, and stared at Pansy with a displeased look on his face:

"I've been working for so long, can't I enjoy it? It's my turn to relax!"

Pansy remained unmoved, a cold smile appeared on her lips, and she responded softly:

"hehe."

Tours' fists suddenly clenched, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You——"

Before he finished speaking, his fox ears stood straight up.

Dong dong dong——

At this moment, Xia Xiu gently tapped the virtual keyboard on the desktop, deliberately making a crisp "dong dong dong" sound.

He glanced at Tours, who looked like a dog with fried hair, and Pansy, who was still cold. With a faint smile on his face, he stretched out his right hand to rub his chin.

"Sure enough...the workload is still not enough."

The "cows and horses" are in trouble with each other, and indeed they are not social animals enough.

As the king of social animals in the Kingdom of Heaven, someone was thinking as he looked at Turs in front of him with malicious eyes.

Should he be asked to work overtime and open more business planning lines...

Tours suddenly froze, and his aggressive look immediately softened. His ears were drooped, and his tail was no longer as agile as before. He glanced at Xia Xiu weakly, and quickly swallowed the apple in one gulp, with a puddle on his face.

He said with a smile:

"Ah...well, actually I think...the work is enough, completely enough! It's completely busy enough, I'm not idle at all!"

Xia Xiu smiled silently and deliberately prolonged his voice:

"Oh? Are you sure? Then I thought -"

"No, no, no, no, don't give me any more tasks!"

Turs waved his hand hurriedly, almost knocking over the apple core next to him. He quickly patted the dust on his body, resumed his previous bored attitude, and hid in the corner of the sofa, pretending that nothing was wrong.

Pansy Jane looked down at the document in her hand, seemingly not surprised by Tours' reaction. An imperceptible smile appeared on her lips, but the smile instantly dissipated in her still calm expression.

Xia Xiu casually put the document in his hand on the table and stretched lazily, his movements relaxed and casual.

He then leaned on the back of the office chair, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and looked unusually relaxed.

The blue ring on the index finger of his right hand shimmered slightly under the dim light. As his fingers moved up and down rhythmically, it seemed to be silently marking the pulse of some plan.

"The matter at the racecourse has come to an end."

He spoke lazily, with a relaxed tone in his voice, as if he had completed an uncomplicated task.

"The Social and Cultural Committee has already planned to reorganize it."
To be continued...