"Why aren't we making a move?"
Julius Reed turned around, looking at Nicholas Pendleton: "This is a great opportunity for you to make a name for yourself."
Most of the henchmen from the Seventh Route suffered heavy casualties, mainly struck by arrows, collapsing into pools of blood.
Yet Nicholas Pendleton's eyes flickered, the man indecisive.
"To tell you the truth," he said with a wry smile, "Killing Lyman Davenport and finish off the guards of Rat Town is already the limit. If we rashly attack Rat Town, the nature of the conflict will change."
Nicholas Pendleton bit his lip, his fists clenched tightly.
How could he not want to kill off these scoundrels and take down Rat Town?
But...
Nine forces divide and rule Swimming City; this tacit understanding is also a balance!
The three lowest routes keep each other in check on the outskirts.
If the Ninth Route really takes down Rat Town, the entire Swimming City will be shaken to its core.
