The next day.
Inside the Ming King's Residence.
A middle-aged man who had left Ice Prefecture sat upright before the Ming King.
The two sat on tatami like old friends of many years, chatting happily.
The Ming King had grown somewhat haggard lately. Overlord's impending siege weighed heavily on him.
A great battle was approaching.
"This tea was flown in from Jiangnan. Please, have some." His visitor calmly poured the Ming King a cup.
The Ming King took a sip, his expression unchanged. "It's good tea, but far too expensive. One cake of this tea in exchange for a slice of Ice Prefecture's pie. You really are a businessman, Mr. Li."
The visitor was none other than Mr. Li-Li Youxian, who had left Ice Prefecture to seek reinforcements.
Word of Old Ninth, Little White Tiger's all-out fight with Flower Boss had reached his ears, bringing Mr. Li back to Ice Prefecture ahead of schedule.
"You won't let me sit at the table simply because you're afraid the pie will be hard to divide. Five districts, one extra person-one of those districts would inevitably have to be split in two, right?" Mr. Li smiled confidently. "It's simple. One person comes in, another goes out. The overall balance in the city stays the same."
The Ming King's hand froze in midair, still holding his tea. He understood Mr. Li's intentions.
Things between Flower Boss and Old Ninth, Little White Tiger, had already become irreconcilable. If Mr. Li wanted in, Flower Boss had to go.
Given that Flower Boss had now lost both his sons, there was no way he would let Mr. Li develop his business in the city in peace.
"Flower Boss and I have known each other for decades. His sons are dead, and now you want to force him