A Difficult Choice, a Test of Humanity!

In Sun Bahu's imagination, everyone would be holding a bowl of hot meat soup and loudly chanting his name. In the end, that scene never came to pass.

Although his plan had been sound, and he had thought it through carefully,

when it came time to put it into practice, the rotten foundations of Origin Territory still revealed their tremendous destructive power.

It was just after ten at night, and the curfew was urging everyone along.

Standing by the window, Su Mo saw countless ordinary people cursing under their breath as they trudged away from the territory center toward the mountains where they lived, hungry yet daring not to speak out.

Clearly, these people had not received tonight's meat soup. The so-called distributed supplies were probably nothing more than a pitiful single Origin Coin.

In a sense, their hard work that day had amounted to nothing.

"This is bad. After tonight's fiasco, even Sun Bahu himself has probably lost heart."

"If I'm not mistaken, he'll probably flee by the day after tomorrow at the latest, taking a large amount of supplies and leaving Origin Territory."

Su Mo closed the window, his expression unusually solemn.

The interrogation during the day had already made him fully aware of how many supplies this group had moved away.

If nothing went wrong, the supplies stored in the warehouses accounted for at most thirty percent of the total. The remaining seventy percent had been secretly transferred to the Trading Realm by this group.

With a population of thirty thousand, that was no small amount.

Even if all the supplies in his own territory were added together, they would barely be enough to fill this gap.

Judging from Sun Bahu's reaction during the day, after eliminating this group, he still did not want to abandon Origin