The Guan Residence.
The old man lay leisurely in the courtyard.
A guard stood beside him, reading a report.
"Yesterday, Little White Tiger, Old Ninth, Thirteen, and Ji Min arrived in Mianbang and engaged Kun Sai in battle." The guard glanced cautiously at the old man before continuing, "According to the battle report, Kun Sai has been brought to justice. He was beaten to death by a group."
"Kun Sai's army of over ten thousand scattered in all directions. There were too few Lei Zis to round them all up."
"Mianbang warlords Pu Ka, Ang Ti, Bai Cha, and others have sent telegrams clarifying that they have never been involved in the Happy Powder trade in the Dragon Kingdom."
The reports were read out one after another.
Color gradually rose in the old man's face, and a smile formed on his lips.
"The other warlords are scared."
Guan Lei said disdainfully, "We should wipe them all out."
"Childish."
The old man glared at him in exasperation. "Winning territory is easy. Holding it is hard."
"I could send two brigades and steamroll Mianbang, but what would we do about the millions of mouths after taking it? You have to feed their people. If you don't, they'll rebel."
"Supplies are scarce right now. We haven't even ensured that our own people have enough food and clothing. Where would we find supplies for other ethnic groups?"
"What we want is peace along the border. I think Li Youxian's proposal is workable."
How broad was the old man's vision?
He had long since seen how this battle would end, and he knew when to stop.
"Telegram Little White Tiger. Have him help Li Youxian establish a foothold in Mianbang as quickly as possible. What we want is lasting peace and stability in Mianbang."
"Yes,