Half a month later.
Chun Prefecture.
With the battle of Prison Island over, Little White Tiger and the others returned to Chun Prefecture to recuperate.
When they left, Chun Prefecture had been waiting to rebuild everything. When they returned, it was brimming with life.
The Capital's funding had arrived, and with the billion Yang Pan had contributed, Chun Prefecture now had money to burn.
People from across the Northeast flocked to Chun Prefecture. Some brought their families to seek shelter, some came for work, and quite a few were eyes for other factions.
For a time, Chun Prefecture was bustling.
Inside the hotel under False Eye's control.
The banquet hall.
Big shots from all over the Northeast gathered together.
An expansion project as large as Chun Prefecture's, whether demolition or reconstruction, was pure gold in the eyes of businessmen.
Upon learning that the King of Spring Prefecture had returned, companies everywhere sent representatives to visit Little White Tiger, hoping to get a slice of the pie.
This banquet was held against that backdrop.
The banquet was unprecedented in scale. The big shots were all smiles on the surface, but each harbored their own schemes.
As the focus of the banquet, Chun Prefecture's senior figures were naturally everyone's targets.
False Eye, Third Uncle, Wine Sword Spear, Xiaowan, and even A Chun were surrounded by big shots.
"Brother Yan'er, long time no see. You're looking even sharper."
"Brother Yan'er, I heard you enjoy playing tiles. I had a pure gold mahjong set custom-made for you. Please accept it."
"Pfft, don't you know Brother Yan'er quit gambling? Here, look at mine. A huge blood diamond bought specially from the Non-Zone. I had it carved into an eyeball. Brother Yan'er, you'll look fucking awesome wearing it."
Over a dozen renowned business tycoons clustered around