The whole Zhuolan is like a huge gambling table, where every power is a player at the table, except for the ordinary people.
Whether it's the ordinary people living here or the rioters who caused this chaos.
From the moment they seized the first weapon and pulled the trigger, they became rioters.
The pace of the game seems to have suddenly accelerated, and the gentlemen at the table could not clearly foresee the future of this gamble, except for one or perhaps a few individuals.
They are the croupiers dealing the cards, the players at the gambling table, and the referees deciding the outcome.
They have manipulated the game, and the result will not be unexpected.
Lance stood with his wine glass in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the increasingly chaotic city.
From his current perspective, he could already see some refugees running in the streets.
