The Capital.
The Guan Family.
Old Man Guan sat at ease in a rocking chair.
Dingjun Mountain played on the radio.
The teapot in his hand had developed a patina from his constant handling.
Seeing that his father was in a good mood, Guan Lei stepped forward and asked, "Old man, the other three families have invited you to a meeting. Are you going?"
"What for? The killing isn't finished yet. Am I supposed to go there now and get chewed out?"
The old man saw things clearly and cut straight to the point. "We promised them we'd kill a third. Now Xiao Yuan's damn near slaughtered her way through Fei Island. If half die, I take the blame. If everyone dies, I still take the blame."
"If I'm taking the damn blame either way, I'll take the bigger share."
Despite talking about taking the blame, the old man wasn't the least bit unhappy.
On the contrary, he looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Western media outlets have already started attacking Little White Tiger's actions. Videos of Xiao Yuan's Massacre of a City have gone viral online."
Guan Lei was somewhat unsure what to do.
Public opinion, wielded well, could be deadlier than a blade.
What if people around the world mistakenly thought the Dragon Kingdom was warlike...
"In the past, our foundations were weak. We were afraid of giving them an excuse." The old man sipped his tea, rocking in his chair as he slowly smiled. "But what damn era are we living in now? If they like watching, let them watch."
"We're not the ones who should worry. The other alien races should."
"Besides, it wasn't our First War Zone that did it. Little White Tiger doesn't even have a damn household registration. Who can prove he's from the