Because Midnight Chicken Killer's entrance had been far too terrifying, the natives surrounding the industrial zone quietly slipped away, and the farce of the siege finally came to an end.
There were 471 civilians trapped inside the factory warehouse.
Besides people connected to the factory, some nearby residents had also run inside when they realized something was wrong.
Normally, The Alliance's troops would surely seize the industrial zone first thing, preventing the production equipment here from being destroyed.
No one knew better than them what those natives were like.
Falling into The Alliance's hands was better than falling into those natives' hands.
"Thank you... Thank you for saving us."
Clutching his wife and daughter's hands tightly, the pale-faced man emerged from the warehouse.
His name was Antoine. He was the industrial zone's governor, directly subordinate to the Legion's General Affairs Department. His rank was equivalent to a commander of ten thousand, on the same level as the city lord of the nearby settlement.
It was worth mentioning that the Ravenca Industrial Zone was a special district within the Southern Legion. A vast industrial park belonged directly to Avent Central, while the only land under local jurisdiction was the colony along the Ravenca River.
The Southern Legion's local approach was a textbook combo—first, tightly seize control of the water sources and farmland, then the natives would naturally flock to the factories.
Fang Chang glanced at him and was somewhat surprised to see his flat nose bridge.
"You're not a Villant?"
Antoine gave a slight bow and nodded, speaking nervously.
"I'm a native of Bartoya Province. By your classification standards, my ancestral home is Avent City..."
This man was rather worldly.
He seemed like someone who could understand reason.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Chang spoke.
"How much do you know