The Federation's Capitol Building.
Xiao Yuan stood proudly atop the tallest building in the Federation's capital, her hands behind her back.
The entire Capital lay before her eyes.
Through the firelight, she could even see the Federation's main force arrayed in neat formations outside the city.
Unlike Overlord Stronghold, Chun Prefecture Headquarters would face professional soldiers led by Qiao himself.
After receiving Old Man's order to retreat, she had not rushed to have Lei Zi withdraw from the Capital City.
If they voluntarily gave up Congress, they would have no chance of winning.
A bold idea surfaced in her mind.
"Sister-in-law, Fourth Master's on the phone."
False Eye stood respectfully behind her.
Whenever and wherever it was, as long as Old Eighth, Old Ninth, or Xiao Yuan was present, he always maintained a humble attitude.
He never grew arrogant over his achievements or smug over everything he now possessed.
"Fourth Brother," Xiao Yuan called softly as she took the phone, her brows furrowed.
She already knew he was holding the underground garage to the death.
She also knew that holding it meant certain death.
In fact, everyone who had come to the Federation had known from the start that this was a one-way trip.
"Can you pull out?"
"Pull out? The whole fucking world is watching. Would the Federation let us walk out alive?"
Zuo Ju laughed, his tone calm. "Every extra day we hold out weakens the Federation at the negotiating table."
The longer they held out, the more anxious the Federation would become, and the more face it would lose.
"We're not getting back. We'll hold out until the negotiations end and give the Dragon Kingdom as much leverage as we can."
Overlord Stronghold's thinking was simple.
The longer they dragged this out, the greater the Federation's disadvantage