A Spectacular Performance

A Spectacular Performance

With a first, there came a second.

But the precision fire stopped after only four shots. New barriers rose across every part of the Central District, cutting off Qiu Bufan's Sword Light.

Iron plates appeared along the outer walls of corporate buildings. Private soldiers from every company rose to their feet atop those buildings, like statues staring down at the Martial Armor Type Eights and Skyvault Type Eights climbing up from below.

When Chen Yu had taken over the Lower District, the corporate bosses had not cared.

The Lower District's resources were not essential. Artificial Spirit Stones could be bought elsewhere; at most, the costs would be a little higher. They could simply establish another legal checkpoint and levy taxes.

When Chen Yu had wanted to kill the Cultivator Management Committee, the corporate bosses had not cared either.

Chairman was only a title. Anyone could hold it. In the end, they would still need us to manage things.

But when Chen Yu truly began killing people, they finally woke up and realized that Chen Yu was different from everyone else.

He truly did not need them.

At least, not right now.

Under the threat of death, they finally began resisting in earnest.

Vast numbers of private soldiers were mobilized, while corporate security teams began offering double pay and even triple pay.

Previously unpaid insurance was purchased. Security guards who had ended up on the streets and were about to freeze to death were dragged back. Warehouse doors were thrown open, and weapons once intended for sale to the Lower District were put back into use, ready to be turned against Chen Yu.

Even year-end bonuses were put on the agenda. Quite a few guards had been waiting to die in the snow one moment, only to be