At Li Ke's command, Silco no longer hesitated and had Sevika notify everyone to get to work.
Everyone, Black Alley would be very lively today.
No, that wasn't quite right. It wouldn't just be the trenches—the Mid-level Plaza would be lively too.
After all, quite a few wastewater pipeline projects had to begin from the Mid-level Plaza.
So Zaun as a whole would be lively today.
In the Dance Hall, Ge Dun sat dejectedly in the park.
"Fuck those Piltover Citizens."
He lowered his head and spat out the curse, his face full of disappointment.
He had been fired. Because of the Enforcer incident some time ago, Piltover had tightened its controls, and all Zaunite apprentices remaining in Piltover had been expelled from the city.
"Fuck that 'Piltover wouldn't be what it is today without Zaun' bullshit!"
Ge Dun raised the bottle beside him and took a huge swig, but even after the liquor went down, he felt no relief at all.
What could he do?
Piltover kept saying that the city had developed into what it was today only because of Zaun's blood-and-sweat laborers, but what did they really think?
Ge Dun knew. Ge Dun knew exactly what they thought.
Those bastard Piltover Citizens had never considered them human.
In their eyes, Zaun was where failures lived, where idiots stayed, a city only fools who couldn't climb Piltover's golden towers would remain in.
And Ge Dun had now become one of those fools.
But strangely enough, he hated the Piltover Citizens for driving him out and refusing to pay him, yet he didn't hate Zaun's resistance.
The night he learned that Zaun had killed nearly fifty Enforcers and won a battle, Ge Dun happily dragged several other Zaunites out for a grand drinking session.
Zaun had won?
Zaun had