Before the Wind Rises

Before the Wind Rose

Overnight, Luo Island completely changed hands.

A brand-new horror story was playing out across Seven Cities.

In less than half a month, the entire world seemed to have become unrecognizable. To the upper echelons of Seven Cities, something this bizarre was no different from a horror story.

People died batch after batch, trouble broke out nest after nest, and problems came pouring in by the basketful.

Under the stirring of an invisible shit-stirrer, the muddy waters of all Seven Cities had been churned into a boil. As the world spun around them, their vision blackened again and again. By the time they came to their senses, everything had already become unfamiliar.

Chopra had fallen within three days, and Soekarno within a week.

In the blink of an eye, two of the Seven Cities had fallen into Ji Jue's hands.

There had not even been any great fanfare, much less any pulling and wrangling. Flowing like clouds and water, he had effortlessly taken command of Elephant Isle and Luo Island, becoming the strictest father in Seven Cities!

Who wouldn't be scared by that?

Yesterday, everyone had still been eating hotpot and singing together. Today, someone else was suddenly sitting at the table—and he acted as though he knew you well, lifting his wine glass and grinning at you while looking at you like good material and fine jade.

Back on Elephant Isle, that bastard Ji Jue had at least put Minkler out front to put on an act. But once he got to Luocheng, he could not even be bothered to act anymore. He just rolled up his sleeves and got to work!

Why act at all?

Luo Island's mine!

In less than a day, heads rolled from top to bottom, blood running like rivers. It was