The Peninsula.
It was already late at night.
Compared with the prosperity of the Dragon Kingdom's cities, the Peninsula was like a ghost town at night, with barely any pedestrians.
Supplies were scarce, and the economy was in a slump.
Only a scattering of pickpockets and bandits still searched the streets for targets.
Vroom, vroom, vroom.
Lights suddenly lit up the dilapidated street.
At the sight, the pickpockets squatting on street corners smoking ducked into the alleys.
Then came the sound of vehicle engines.
More than a dozen troop transports packed with soldiers appeared on the street.
"Leader, I'm afraid the supplies we ordered from the Seventh Master won't arrive on time."
At the very center of the convoy, a man in a dark suit sat in the back seat, his features indistinct.
The secretary in the front passenger seat reported respectfully, "The people from Fei Island have occupied every road outside the city. Our trade with the other two gathering zones has been cut off."
"The supplies in the city will last three months at most."
The Peninsula's situation now somewhat resembled a land divided among warlords.
Ever since Little White Tiger had killed the Peninsula's Saint Master and mighty ruler, the stewards of the three remaining gathering zones had each declared themselves king.
Each publicly proclaimed himself the Peninsula's sole legitimate heir.
"How are the Jiang Family and Jin Family gathering zones doing now?"
The man in the back seat lit a cigarette and stared disconsolately at the scenery outside.
"They're in the same situation. I hear the Jiang Family gathering zone plans to send an envoy to contact Boss Fang of Chun Prefecture."
"Aishiba..." At that, the man cursed in disgust. "That bastard Jiang Sheng... has he forgotten Chun Prefecture's atrocities against the Peninsula?"
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