After carefully sorting through the undercurrents surging beneath Dragon City, Meng Chao could more or less guess what the Blood Alliance was planning.
He had to admit that Yun Feidian had been right when he manipulated the puppet and spoke to that "university teacher" at the Repair Shop.
The key to the Blood Alliance's resurgence did not lie in assassinating one more God Realm Expert or recruiting a few more powerful members.
After all, the Nine Super Enterprises had risen step by step into the colossal behemoths they were today only by carving up the Blood Alliance's legacy.
Even after decades had passed, they were surely still on guard against the Blood Alliance rising from the ashes at every moment.
Perhaps when version 2.0 of the Blood Alliance had first been born and was still relatively weak, it could have lurked in dark corners beyond the Nine Super Enterprises' detection, growing quietly and without a sound.
But now, after one earthshaking case after another—the massive crystal warehouse explosion at the Red Creek Project, the assassination attempt on Shen Yuanbao, the Mingguang Explosion Case, and more—it had become an impossible task for the newborn Blood Alliance to completely conceal its existence.
If the Blood Alliance wanted to continue existing, or even grow stronger, it had to make peace with the Nine Super Enterprises.
At the very least, it had to make peace with the extremists within the Nine Super Enterprises.
At the very, very least, it had to make those extremists believe that the Blood Alliance's existence brought them no harm, only benefits.
The Blood Alliance could become their loyal hound, their sharp blade, a toilet that carried their filth—reeked to high heaven and could be discarded at any time.
The Blood Alliance could help the extremists within the Nine Super