Inside Lahe City, a man dressed as a soldier hurriedly rushed into the City Lord Mansion.
"City lord, city lord, something terrible has happened."
Lahe City's city lord, Dode, donned his clothes with an irritated expression. He cast a reluctant glance at the beautiful concubine beside his bed, then got up and walked out.
Looking at the panting soldier, Dode asked impatiently, "Why are you making such a fuss? What happened?"
"Outside the city, the disaster victims have gathered together. It seems... it seems they want to storm into Lahe City."
Forgive the people of Douluo for never having experienced an uprising. The soldier did not even know how to describe what was happening, and in the end, storming the city seemed the most fitting term.
"Isn't it just some peasants causing trouble? Kill a few, and they'll settle down. Is that worth reporting?"
Dode grew even more impatient.
"But there are rather a lot of people causing trouble this time."
The soldier looked at Dode cautiously. After weighing his words several times, he finally said it.
"Tch, what a nuisance. Do those peasants not know how to be grateful? It's not as if we didn't give them food.
"Do they expect us to feed them polished rice like that idiot Wang Wen? Does rice grow on trees?"
"Does city lord Dode not feel ashamed saying that? Is the food you gave the disaster victims even as good as what you feed your dogs? Is it even a tenth of what that fool Wang Wen gave them?"
From another room in the City Lord Mansion, a slightly plump, disheveled man emerged, swirling a glass of red wine and taking an occasional sip with the airs of a high-ranking noble. On his way out, he mocked Dode as well.
"Hall Master