For two days, the entire Seven Cities had been running in thriving prosperity.
No wind, no rain, no ripples. So many people had died just two days ago, yet now everything was as still as a stagnant pool, as though frozen by some invisible force.
Everyone's attention was focused on that invitation.
A single thin invitation had stirred the hearts of countless people in the shadows. Don't know how many had run back and forth, met in secret, and discussed countermeasures, yet in the end, they still could not find a way to deal with it.
No wonder everyone harbored ulterior motives. The Wild Bazaar had played the whole routine of inviting people to dinner, then beheading them and treating them like dogs far too many times. They were practically traumatized by now. Please, take it away already.
But no matter how many calls they made or how many meetings they held, everyone who still had reservations understood in their hearts that the tide had already turned.
In the past, they had been allowed to make moves in the cracks and jump around organizing these lively grassroots groups only because Mister Ji had been busy with a myriad of affairs and couldn't be bothered to deal with them.
Now that mad dog Ling Shuo had been let off the leash, he had caused such a huge uproar in barely a week and wanted to swallow the entire Seven Cities' business in one gulp. Did that mean he really was some unprecedented genius of boundless talent and towering ambition?
Don't kid yourselves!
Ling Shuo had succeeded because Mister Ji wanted him to succeed. If Ling Shuo could become the leader, it could only be because Mister Ji wanted him in that position. It was that simple.
You might not fear a