Black Stone City.
Southern City Gate.
"Please, I beg of you."
"This can't be happening!"
A group of people were crying and shouting, their attire of silks and satins indicating they were most likely the families of wealthy tycoons and officials.
But now, as they watched their bags of food being robbed, their eyes were filled with unspoken desperation.
They had been lucky enough to avoid the initial impact of the Demon Disaster, fleeing to the vicinity of the South City Gate along with those from Yuanhe Mountain for refuge.
Yet today, those martial artists from Yuanhe Mountain were brazenly robbing them of their food!
"My father is an aide to the governor of Ding State!"
A scholarly-looking man exclaimed loudly, "My uncle holds a position in the Ding State Army, they won't let you get away with this."
He gazed at the bags of grains and cured meats, feeling as if his own life was being stolen away.
