Neither side had any intention to fight to the death, as clear as crystal in their minds, failure for one meant that the other wouldn't just struggle to get by in the city – survival itself would be a tall order. Invisibly, the victory or defeat of each individual had become entwined with the very existence of their respective large merchant guilds.
"That's... Chapter Deacon Zhang."
One of the house servants from the Jiuge Chamber of Commerce recognized a figure in the air. The current Zhang Feng was in a particularly wretched state. When the Nine Star War Dragon Decision caused an explosion, although he desperately evaded the blast radius, he was still affected by the aftermath. Now his clothes were in tatters, and this man who once exuded the aura of an ascetic hermit now looked no different than a beggar.
"We from the Jiuge Chamber of Commerce have won."
