A dim, luxurious room.
The six Conglomerate heads were still there.
The man sitting in the middle picked up the remote and clicked off the TV, unwilling to watch any longer.
He tossed the remote onto the coffee table, lit a cigar, and took a deep drag. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, he said:
"Let's concede."
That was right. Concede.
The Sky Legion plan had failed.
The Akatsuki assassination had failed.
The Warsaw City rebellion had failed.
After three consecutive failures, they truly had no other options.
At first, they had wanted to kill Lin Qing. Later, they had only wanted to take their money and run. Their expectations had sunk pretty low, but even that was now impossible.
Tokugawa Shingen wasn't some newly installed Oda Ieyasu.
Perhaps Oda Ieyasu was streets ahead of Tokugawa Shingen when it came to governing the country. But when it came to controlling the country and keeping the Conglomerates in check, that fat bastard Tokugawa Shingen did a much better job.
Tokugawa Shingen had a firm grip on the lifeblood of the various Conglomerates' industries. As long as he was alive, and the Land of Wind remained stable, the Conglomerates couldn't withdraw their assets safely.
Or rather, the people from the Conglomerates could leave and go wherever they wanted. Tokugawa Shingen couldn't stop them, nor could he control them.
But their money and resources would have to stay behind.
The Conglomerates had rebelled in Warsaw City because they didn't want to be like pigs, slowly carved up by Tokugawa Shingen and handed over to Lin Qing, all just to buy time.
But if they had to leave with nothing...
They might as well be pigs.
At least until they were completely carved up, they would still be tycoons at the top of