The night was deep and dark. On the luxurious rooftop terrace of the Huatong Building, Ye Guanzhen stood steadily under a wind umbrella. A cold and sinister smile flickered across Ye Guanzhen’s eyes as he gazed at the distant city walls engulfed in flames and the slums that had descended into chaos.0

The city had fallen. Even if it was only lost for an hour, it was a significant disgrace for the city leader and the garrison commander. Blame from above was inevitable.0

Tan Zhenwei, you shouldn’t have forced me to use such a risky method. Since you refused to back down and insisted on staying for these worthless peasants… Heh, I’ll let the very people you want to protect turn against you and overthrow you.0

I’ll see to it that your cherished reputation as an official is trampled into the mud. I want to see the expression on your face when the people you tried to protect reveal their ferocious fangs to tear you apart and drink your...0