The 103 City Lords in the hall felt a jolt in their minds, a complete blank.
Yang Xiao gave them half an hour to express their stance; otherwise, he threatened to send troops to massacre them.
We are fish on the chopping board!
The City Lords exchanged glances, filled with anxiety; they had painstakingly managed their cities for decades, even generations. Now, with a single statement from Yang Xiao, they were stripped of their autonomy. Military and financial powers had to be handed over, and only two hundred million of the billions of crystal disks could be retained. Who wouldn't be heartbroken? Who would be willing?
But, on the other hand, if unwilling, what could be done?
Over on Yang Xiao's side, Flying Tiger had already started the countdown, a meter-high hourglass slowly trickling away the sands of time.
Mr. Master glanced at everyone and said lightly:
