Thunder rumbled over Jilei Mountain. The noise was a little loud.
Hearing the thunder, Iron Rakshasa knew that old man on the mountain was definitely putting on a show... That undying old bastard from a thousand years ago probably had nothing left but his pride.
No matter how that old man on the mountain stirred things up, Iron Rakshasa wasn't afraid. What gave her a headache was the fact that two major figures in Huoyun's business community had fallen one after another.
Pingtian Group's control over Huoyun's economy was terrifying.
Yet this was already a fragile balance that Iron Rakshasa had been doing her utmost to maintain—and could barely keep intact.
Left unchecked, an economic entity would naturally expand outward and devour everything in sight... But Kunlun would never sit by and watch such an entity emerge.
There was already a Zhao Group. How could the Grand Alliance raise a second one?
In fact, ever since Pingtian Group had emerged, even Iron Rakshasa herself was beginning to find it baffling. She had been bleeding Pingtian Group dry in every possible way, using its money to subsidize Huoyun's economy and even its military expenses... Yet the group just kept making money!
What kind of situation was this?
Pingtian Group was still as profitable as ever, earning more and more. Even Iron Rakshasa herself was becoming richer by the day. She hadn't touched any of the various allocations the Grand Alliance gave Huoyun, yet Huoyun City had worked its way into the alliance's top ten all on its own...
"Mayor?"
"It's nothing. I was just thinking about something." Iron Rakshasa looked calmly at Liu Jinghe. "Go on."
She was listening to Liu Jinghe's report.
"...At present, our city's per capita income should still have room to rise."
"Wait." Iron Rakshasa suddenly stopped