Half a month passed.
The impact of Feng Wanli's street massacre had begun to fade, at least on the surface.
As for the undercurrents surging beneath the surface, those were beyond the knowledge of ordinary civilians.
Recently, however, quite a few strangers had appeared in Tower City, and all sorts of strange rumors had begun circulating in teahouses and restaurants, leaving the locals both astonished and frightened.
By now, it was not only the upper echelons—even the common people had sensed that something was wrong.
Unfortunately, ordinary families had no wealth to spare and no force to rely on. In this chaotic era, they truly had no way to flee with their valuables.
All they could do was stay home like ostriches, hoping the disaster would not descend upon them. Inevitably, some began praying to gods and buddhas, while others listened to someone claiming that an Awakened was preparing to shelter everyone.
Whether it was true or not, when people were desperate, they would seek any doctor in a crisis. When they were thirsty enough, they would even drink brine as water.
With the attitude of preferring to believe it than risk dismissing it, wave after wave of leeks willingly gathered before the sickles. As a result, the Evil Cults lurking in Tower City had flourished like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
The Patrol Brigade no longer had the ability to control the entire city. Its forces had now been fully withdrawn to maintain operations in several core districts.
Even so, they were struggling to cope.
Ultimately, it was because the official forces were too weak and had no powerful experts to show for themselves.
Although Wan Ling, the brigade commander, was Fifth Tier, he was not an official government member at all.
Besides.
In the current situation, what