Conflict, Riot, Order

The vast snow buried the traveler's footprints, and with them, the girl's soft gasps.

It was already near midnight. Li Ziran walked along the thoroughly frozen path of ice and snow, watching his pink little building from afar.

To be precise, three hours had passed since he left, yet Iron Hammer still had not come out.

Clearly, the so-called negotiations had not gone as smoothly as imagined.

"Li, what do you think they're discussing?" Emily asked in confusion, clinging closely to Li Ziran's side.

Li Ziran shook his head, indicating that he did not know. In truth, he could guess a little—it was probably about the specific matter of who would pay.

Although Iron Hammer was a council member, he might not have many gold coins on hand. To push forward the reforms of the Red Fan District, he could not do without those slaveowners who held heavy purses.

What Li Ziran was waiting for now was the final result. Of course, if Iron Hammer needed help, he would not mind lending a hand.

"Only the undead know!"

"Are we just going to stand here and wait?" In this freezing environment, Emily was somewhat dissatisfied. Especially with the nearby Mill steaming warmly—she felt they could simply sit inside and wait.

Standing in the snow in the dead of winter was downright ridiculous.

"Are you really that hungry?" Li Ziran asked softly, though there was a trace of displeasure in his tone.

This cooperation was very important, yet Emily still had not sensed it. Her business instincts were truly too poor.

Aside from being skilled at maintaining relationships, this woman lacked sufficient sensitivity toward such decisive business matters.

If Jili had been here, she definitely would not have shown even the slightest dissatisfaction.

"No!" Emily heard the displeasure in his voice