Fear.
Unease.
Despair.
All kinds of negative emotions squeezed the hearts of the Silver Blood Society members tightly, like invisible hands.
The table had already been cleared, and the Coastal Army had served another feast of fine food and meat. But Ting Chaozao and the others had no intention of dying with full stomachs. Their faces were extremely grim as they lowered their heads and pondered, fantasizing about finding a way to survive this desperate situation.
But the more they thought, the more desperate they became.
The Silver Blood Society's three usual tricks were nothing more than throwing money around, abusing power, and resorting to violence.
As for throwing money around, Lan Yan had not only come to demand money, but even wanted to squeeze the Silver Blood Society dry. The Silver Blood Society was a terrifying behemoth only when facing ordinary people. Against the unfathomable Lan Yan, it had become nothing more than a silver spear with a wax tip.
As for abusing power, the East Sun governor and the Profound Candle Prefecture governor did not know how many times they had condemned him. As a General of the Right Vortex from the Morning Wind District, why would he care about East Sun officials? What an imposing official presence East Sun has. I, Lan Yan, was wrong. I'll dare to do it again next time.
As for violence...
The Coastal Army was practically about to flatten the East Sun District. The Silver Blood Society could not even protect itself, so how could it resort to violence?
A deep sense of powerlessness crept into their hearts.
So it turned out...
Money was not omnipotent.
Having money really did not mean having everything.
This was the eve of a chaotic era. If Lan Yan said he wanted them dead, their families