Fernan, with no shame on his old face, sends people to plead.
Give some, Mr. Ji, just a little!
But how much can Ji Jue really give?
Whatever he gives, it won't make a difference!
No matter how much he gives, not a single grain of rice will reach the mouths of those truly starving; it will just become a bubble in this frenzy of rising grain prices.
Ji Jue even doubts, are these pests really out of reserves, or are they just unwilling to take them out, or perhaps... are they simply unable to?
All along, he believed he couldn't overestimate the makeshift nature of the Seven Cities, couldn't overestimate the abilities of these useless people, but reality always slaps him in the face, one slap after another.
In fact, he truly cannot comprehend the incompetence of these pests!
Even in a place like Luo Island, under complete supervision like in Paradise, so much garbage dares to commit crimes openly; let alone other city-states?
