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"No one cares?"

"Someone will soon."

As soon as Wangu finished speaking, angry shouts came from not far away. "No fighting in the city! Get out of here!"

The sounds of battle gradually receded, moving out of the urban area, but the fighting continued.

"Hm?" Zhou Leng looked at Wangu.

"This is how the Elephant Nation people manage things. As long as Grandmasters don't fight in the core districts, it's fine."

Zhou Leng pulled up the map and examined it. "Judging by the direction of the sounds, those two Grandmasters haven't completely left the city yet. They should be in the slums."

"That's right."

"And then?"

"Now comes the then," Wangu said.

"That's a Grandmaster battle," Zhou Leng said.

"Yes. Elephant Nation Grandmasters often fight in the slums." Wangu's expression remained calm.

Zhou Leng said nothing. He was calculating what level of destruction a Grandmaster battle would inflict on a slum.

A battle between Grandmasters could easily destroy building after building.

Fighting in the slums was practically equivalent to continuous bombardment by 155-millimeter artillery.

When they arrived at the hotel, Wangu left, and Zhou Leng went upstairs.

Standing at a high vantage point, he looked toward where the Grandmasters were fighting.

In the darkness, vast stretches of low slum housing collapsed. If there were not ten thousand homes, there were at least eight thousand.

Under the firelight, people ran everywhere—putting out fires, rescuing people, crying and screaming, looting----

This battle would leave no fewer than a thousand dead, no fewer than three thousand seriously injured, and over ten thousand lightly injured.

In Ru City, losses like these would be equivalent to a medium-to-large Demon raid.

Over the past decade, Ru City had suffered no more than five Demon raids with over a thousand casualties.

But Wangu had said that in