Without any warning.
All at once, the advertising display screens on the massive airship above Sky Dome, the smoke-shrouded shopping plaza amid the riots, the giant billboards in the middle level, even every television and every screen capable of receiving a signal, began to flicker violently.
Amid the endless static, a pitch-black Wolf Head Totem emerged.
It looked down upon the chaos, plunder, slaughter, and war—upon the top level, upper level, middle level, bottom level, and everything as tiny as dust.
With a cold, vicious grin.
"Television station!"
After the initial shock, Banquet came to her senses and let out a shrill roar. "My television station!!!!"
"What nerve, kid."
After a moment of stunned disbelief, Guo Shouque burst into laughter before the screen. "After holding back for so long, you finally couldn't resist stepping onto the stage yourself?"
Making no attempt to hide his admiration, the aged Culinary Demon hungrily rubbed his fingers together and murmured, "Thirty years earlier, I definitely wouldn't have been able to stop myself from cooking you—"
"Hello? Hello! Huai Shi, what do you mean? Explain yourself!" Yuan Zhao had yet to finish speaking over the phone when a calm voice interrupted him.
"Exactly what it says."
Huai Shi thought for a moment and gave a slight shrug. "I've taught you hand in hand for so long. You're still a little rough around the edges, but you're more or less ready. You already know everything you need to know, and I've already given you everything I needed to give you.
Simply put, you're an adult who can stand on your own now, A Zhao."
He said, "From now on, you'll handle Black Horse Industry and the supplies on the East Xia and Russian Union sides. You can solve those matters yourself."
"Fuck, why are you leaving