"Hasn't Naimus sent anyone over to admit his mistake and submit yet?" This was Molo's third inquiry today.
However, his fiercely loyal subordinate shook his head and revealed the truth. "Those three blocks of theirs are still maintaining relative order. Most likely, they won't be coming back today."
"How is that possible?!" Molo felt an inexplicable surge of fury.
As the Nether Corpse Incident erupted in full force, the conditions for producing supplies rapidly deteriorated.
He was now the savior of Silver City.
The Arms Lord and Secret Records, who had previously refused to bow to him, had both acknowledged Molo's status at this time and declared their loyalty.
Among all the leaders in Silver City, only Naimus and Silverwhite had yet to pledge allegiance to him.
Silverwhite's value lay in his mastery of alchemy, which allowed him to purify supplies and create all kinds of resources through alchemy.
Of course, more importantly, Silverwhite's identity and status were somewhat special. The Alchemy Branch's position in Silver City was difficult to shake.
Even the City Lord had advised him that it was fine to disrespect others, and fine to levy taxes on Silverwhite.
But he absolutely could not force the Alchemy Branch to lower its head through a hardline approach.
Though he disagreed, Molo was still willing to heed the City Lord's advice.
Besides, there was no particularly serious conflict between Molo and Silverwhite.
But Naimus was different.
Naimus was his mortal enemy.
He could forgive any enemy.
Pica. Minor leaders.
Even the Wasteland Tomb Lord—after he had lowered his head to Molo recently, Molo had taken revenge on him and humiliated him.
Yet he had not killed him. Instead, he had subdued him, forgiven him, and made him one of his generals.
But Naimus alone was unacceptable.
He would never