"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief! White Forest has fallen. The bandits from Black Mountain Town are wreaking havoc."
"The White Forest Police Bureau and City Defense Force fought tenaciously... all were killed in battle."
"The factories in the city have been blown up. Five War Reserve Storage Bases have been destroyed."
"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief! Fog City's walls have collapsed. More than ten thousand hardened bandits from Overlord Stronghold have entered the city. Financial Street has been destroyed."
"The heads of the Federation's Eight Major Conglomerates have all fled the Federation. The National Bank's vault has been breached. Estimated losses stand at eighty billion."
One alarming report after another reached Qiao through the communications panel.
At the same time, they reached the ears of the big shots on Divine Mountain with complete accuracy.
The big shots involuntarily turned toward Overlord.
Every last one of the bastards causing trouble in the Federation was his son.
Old Eighth, Old Ninth, and those from Overlord Stronghold were all his sworn sons.
Gunman silently gave Overlord a thumbs-up. "I've never respected anyone in my life. Fuck, when it comes to raising sons... you've got my respect."
What Chun Prefecture had done in the Federation alone forced every big shot present to see Overlord in a new light.
Almost single-handedly, one prefecture had broken the stalemate.
At that moment, Qiao was effectively being roasted over a fire.
If he did not withdraw.
Who knew what kind of trouble Chun Prefecture could stir up?
If he withdrew.
It would mean betraying the Alliance and the Coalition Forces.
Without the Federation holding them back, the Guan Family could focus on fighting the Alliance.
With five War Zones bearing down on it then, the Alliance would get the shit beaten out of it.
"You can't withdraw!" The Pope grew