The group of poor people with extra limbs boarded the military vehicles under the organization of the military police.
Wei Tianyang stood by the roadside when the mayor of Felda City approached him for a chat.
Normally, getting a meeting with Wei Tianyang was as hard as reaching the heavens, let alone having a chat. When the mayor heard of his presence, he pushed aside all his affairs and drove here personally.
"I've arranged six trucks, enough to fit everyone. According to your instructions, it shouldn't take less than half an hour to get them out of the city," said the mayor in a low voice.
Wei Tianyang didn't speak, and Quigui Ge spoke for him, "After these people are taken away, burn this slum to the ground."
"I'll have someone start the fire tonight," the mayor nodded.
"What about the remaining people in the slum? How do you plan to deal with them?" Quigui Ge asked.
