Without needing to say it aloud, Satria understood that this was a trap prepared specifically for Ji Jue.
And he himself was the fish bait inside it.
Even though he appeared to be firmly seated as the Spokesperson, enjoying limitless glory, his life had long since been held in someone else's grasp, no longer under his own control... But what could he do?
Satria closed his eyes and waited for the blood decoction to finish brewing once again.
He had no choice!
For several days in a row, Iron Hook District remained as prosperous as ever on the surface. Satria, whose injuries had fully healed, easily subdued all subordinates harboring ulterior motives and firmly secured his position once more.
But in the shadows, Lord Han's arrangements had already silently seeped into every link, like a formless net slowly spreading open, waiting for someone to walk into it.
And so, day by day, the days passed.
Then... nothing happened.
Nothing, happened!
Waiting from the left, waiting from the right, waiting until the flowers withered, waiting until they bloomed again.
Seven Cities remained utterly still. In the face of Satria's increasingly high-profile actions, Iron Hook District's ever more blatant provocations, and even Misty Reef selecting a new Spokesperson once again under Lord Han's urging...
Ling Shuo—or rather, Ji Jue behind him—made no move at all.
There was absolutely no response.
To the point that all the branches rubbing their hands in anticipation of a show, along with Satria himself, were stunned.
It was unbelievable.
He put up with it?
No, bro, you could put up with this?!
I'm not trying to stir trouble here, but if it were me, I definitely wouldn't stand for it! He even invited you out for sweet soup with that smug look on his face!
What's wrong