Minte City·East District
"It has begun,"
Weiken lifted his head, glanced in the direction of the South and North Gates, then turned back to look at the man in the red robe, "Are all your people in position?"
"Scattered throughout the city,"
The man in the red robe maintained a gentle smile, "As soon as you give the word, we can start the operation immediately."
"Most of the time, I wish this city were more orderly, more stable,"
Weiken looked up at his surroundings and sighed softly, "After all, stability is better for business."
"What you want is order,"
The man in the red robe slightly narrowed his eyes, his lips curling with a certain smile, "Or is it the 'stability' where only you can do as you please?"
Weiken was slightly stunned.
"There is no perfect order in this world. The moment order is established, it contains distortion. If no one tries to correct this distortion as time passes, it will fully develop."
