Jin Jialun Port.
The security bureau of the port area faced the busiest street of Jin Jialun Port, bustling with people coming and going.
Governor Nikhak stood on the street, gazing blankly at the unfamiliar, spacious street, his eyes filled with confusion, momentarily unable to recognize where he was.
The streets were clean and tidy, houses painted white, and black street lamps stood tall, everything seemed just like before.
Yet, different from the past was the roaring noise that filled the air, with people bustling through and some jugglers riding bicycles with two or three wheels swiftly maneuvering through the streets.
This place bore little resemblance to the dignified and elegant Tulip Street but rather resembled the chaotic Klaba Market.
Indeed.
Everything here was in utter disarray.
"You are free now."
Someone said from behind him, the voice slightly cold, even carrying a hint of mockery.
"Thank you…"