Demon City.
The Ji Family.
Ground forces from every prefecture had gathered.
Marshal Guan and Ji Min were discussing reinforcement routes.
Guan Lei rushed into the room, drenched in sweat, and reported, "Dad, the Supervision Bureau found multiple transfers of foreign funds entering the Dragon Kingdom as investments."
"Another run on our currency?" Old Guan instinctively thought this was a Federation plot.
Financial warfare had always been the West's specialty.
They used their abundant funds to plunder other countries' wealth.
Guan Lei shook his head gravely. "The funds went into separate accounts belonging to Chun Prefecture, Li Youxian in Mianbang, and Fei Island."
"Hiss..."
Ji Min and Old Guan sucked in a bewildered breath.
Giving money to Chun Prefecture?
How was that any different from throwing meat buns to a dog?
Who didn't know Old Ninth never repaid his loans?
Who didn't know Old Eighth was a complete miser?
Every last one of those accounts fucking belonged to Little White Tiger's gang.
Old Guan's eyes shifted, and he immediately understood. "Overlord Stronghold certainly knows how to make money."
"Zuo Ju just called me and said they accidentally blew up a building. There were... a lot of documents inside."
"Ahem..."
Guan Lei cautiously glanced outside the door. Once he was sure no one was there, he leaned forward and whispered, "All cutting-edge Federation research."
"These advances would take the Dragon Kingdom at least fifteen years to catch up to. Developing each one independently would... cost enormous sums."
"Yang Pan estimated this batch was worth at least ten billion."
Thirteen, Ji Min, and the Guan father and son exchanged looks.
They had guessed Overlord Stronghold wouldn't leave empty-handed.
But they hadn't expected these ruthless bastards to empty out the Federation.
"And..." Guan Lei cleared his throat. "The Federation Bank has been cleaned