Governor Daniel of He Fang Island sat in his office, staring at the intelligence report in his hands with a puzzled expression.
What on earth are those morons up to this time?
It wasn't just in He Fang; believers of the Light God Sect across the entire North Sea Domain were stirring, as if some major event was about to occur.
Don't tell me that after a few quiet years, they're planning to wage war against the Futan Sect again. Dammit.
The mere thought of such a possibility gave Daniel an instant headache. If those two religious factions were to clash, it would muddy the waters of the entire North Sea Domain, and the strategic layout he had carefully put in place would be thoroughly disrupted.
CREAK.
A handsome young man walked in from outside—his son, Jack.
"What have you been busy with lately?"
"I already told you," Jack said, flopping onto a nearby sofa.
"You're planning to take over the Seventh Division of the Police Department?"
