The commotion in Xiao Molong was no small matter. People from every country and every walk of life were gathered here.
In just a single day, Three Border Slope, which had at least maintained a surface-level peace and stability in the past, was thrown entirely into turmoil.
The surrounding autonomous regions, ethnic armed groups, federal government, and others all went on high alert. Wang Yan even received word that that bastard Chen Hao had run off again.
As the saying went, ducks were the first to know when the river warmed in spring. Three Border Slope was a filthy, bottomless pool, and people like Chen Hao were ducks that sometimes floated on the surface and sometimes dove beneath to feed. Whenever the depths stirred up waves, they were the most sensitive to it.
Every bout of unrest in Three Border Slope had begun this way. At first, several sides rubbed against one another; then two sides went to war. The others grew restless, determined to fish in troubled waters, and the war expanded, the fighting escalated, and Three Border Slope became a complete mess. Of course, there were countless entangled interests behind it all. If a war did not make money or gain influence, then there was no point in fighting it. It was always because disputes over interests could not be settled that people finally resorted to force.
Wang Yan's situation was somewhat more complicated. He was Chinese, and he still held a Chinese passport. Both his methods of handling affairs and his overall governing policies after taking control of Xiao Molong were strongly aligned with China.
Though he had a notorious, almost legendary reputation, and everyone said his methods were ruthless, he actually wanted to lead Xiao Molong onto the right path. He even hoped to make the