Bilal was truly stumped by this question.
He had always had only two ways of solving problems.
First, steamroll through them.
Second, if he could not steamroll through them, dump the blame on his subordinates.
But now that he had to make the decision himself...
After pondering for a long while, Bilal put on an act, slammed the table, and said.
"Then send people over to suppress the rebellion first. At the very least, we have to save our factories."
However, the words had barely left his mouth when someone hurriedly stopped him.
"Patriarch, no! We've finally managed to gain a slight advantage. If we withdraw people without authorization, it could easily cause everything to collapse..."
Bilal froze, then asked an exceptionally idiotic question.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Those retainers exchanged looks for quite a while before someone finally said.
"Well, Patriarch, I think we should concentrate our forces and take down the Wenton Family first. Then we can deal with those rebels..."
Bilal instinctively retorted.
"But what about the factories? Are we just going to watch them get destroyed?"
That was an even more idiotic question.
But he was still their patriarch, so someone answered.
"The factories can be rebuilt later, and workers can be hired again. But if we lose here... then everything will be lost. No one will be able to turn things around."
Bilal thought it over and felt that made sense, so he immediately gave the order.
"Fine. Inform the entire army: kill that old man Duke Wenton first, then immediately return to defend the core area!"
Meanwhile, on the Wenton Family's side.
Charles had also received news of the rebellion and was flipping through the reports page by page.
More than a dozen nobles stood not far from him. Though they were sweating