Selfish Motives

Not bad—more peaceful than he had imagined, at least—

The slum to the front left suddenly exploded into chaos. Two Innate martial artists chased and fought between the low shanties.

Those crude houses could be smashed apart even by ordinary people. Under the fists of Innate martial artists, they were like paper mache.

Whole stretches of shanties collapsed.

Wherever the Innate martial artists passed, rubble flew and sheets of iron burst apart.

To the ordinary people and Qi Cultivation Stage martial artists who made up the vast majority, those things were no different from bullets. Touch them, and they were injured.

Before long, the two ran off into the distance.

On the ground, aside from shattered building debris, lay a great number of people who had been caught in the crossfire.

Those still alive got up, bandaged their wounds, and rebuilt their homes.

Others wailed as they carried their family members' corpses away.

Most people looked calm, as if they had merely encountered an ordinary typhoon.

No one would come to manage or resolve anything.

When the time came, Zhou Leng walked into the hotel café, sat in an empty corner, and looked out through the glass wall.

The nearby roads were clean and orderly. Well-dressed pedestrians came and went, with the occasional rickshaw passing by.

The towering buildings blocked out the slums. All he could see were reflective glass curtain walls and buildings full of Elephant Nation flavor.

Not long after, a man with Elephant Nation features approached. He had deep-set eyes, curly hair, and chocolate-colored skin. He sat opposite Zhou Leng and placed an anti-eavesdropping device on the table.

After exchanging their code phrases, the two nodded lightly.

"Hello, Xinhe. I'm Wangu."

"Hello, Wangu. I'm Xinhe."

They shook hands lightly, then let go.

Wangu glanced around and lowered