"That's right! These things were originally plundered from us, the fat and oil of the people. Naturally, we cannot let those foreigners take them away!"
The citizens below were furious, raising their arms and shouting.
Lin Beichen said no more, pointing his finger towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion: "Move now!"
Inside the City Lord's Mansion, the guards and soldiers of the Western Region people were fiercely fighting, with casualties on both sides. James and others tried to escape amidst the chaos, but were blocked at the gate by the City Lord.
Seeing escape was difficult, James hurriedly threw the large box in his hand to the ground: "Alright, City Lord, the things inside are yours. Now can you let us go?"
The City Lord's eyes were cold, not even glancing at the gold scattered on the ground, his voice icy: "The feud of my son's murder, do you really think I've forgotten? Give your life!"
