Li Xuantong's expression was complex as he said, "The problem mostly lies in the relocation of those thirty-eight thousand people!"
The middle-aged man was even more puzzled, "It's just about vacating a plot of land within the inner city to settle these thirty-eight thousand people. The matter is this simple, nothing more than a decree from the City Guard Mansion. It shouldn't be difficult."
"Even if Mr. Lu pities the common people, the Holy Land will have other arrangements as well; it's not about annihilating the original inhabitants of the inner city to make room for the people from the Holy Land!"
"Logically speaking, in such matters, Mr. Lu would also choose to compromise in the past."
Following this middle-aged man's words.
Li Xuantong suddenly laughed.
"Last time we drank together, we also talked about Mr. Lu. You seem to have forgotten what I said then."