The Southwest.
The Sikong Residence.
All the ministers had assembled.
The Guan Family's envoy stood in the main hall, looking somewhat at a loss.
News of Gunman's emergence had already arrived, making the Southwest King's stance seem somewhat uncertain.
If Gunman made the Southwest stab them in the back to seize the opportunity... things would really get interesting.
Sikong Jian sat in the seat of honor without a word, doing nothing but smoking.
Only after smoking half a pack did he slowly raise his head.
The ministers below looked up expectantly. They were all waiting for Sikong Jian's decision.
Torn, he glanced toward the rear hall, then at the dozens of missed calls from Chun Prefecture on his phone.
Finally, he made up his mind and ground out his cigarette.
"A Huo..."
"Here!"
"Issue the Sikong Order. Assemble the Wolf Soldiers."
"Mobilize eighty thousand troops. Telegraph the entire nation: all of the Southwest will follow the First War Zone's command."
"As for the Old Man..." A Huo cautiously glanced toward the rear hall.
"That isn't your concern... the Dragon Kingdom cannot fall. When the nest is overturned, can any egg remain intact?" Sikong Jian slowly rose, his cloak slipping off his shoulders. "I can bear the name of a man who betrayed his master and ancestors, but... I cannot bear the crime of treason."
"Relay my orders."
Whoosh.
Everyone straightened in unison.
"All civilian factions in the Southwest must come to the Sikong Residence for a meeting. Anyone who fails to come... will have their entire family exterminated."
"In three days, the entire prefecture will assemble and prepare to march."
"Yes, sir!"
One day later.
The Guan Family.
Old Guan, who had not slept for two days and two nights, stared at the map on the table with bloodshot