Wint City
The petite, slender blonde girl sat on the wooden sofa, gazing at the content on the massive projection in front, her eyebrows slightly furrowing.
"Christos has made his choice," across from her, the elderly man sitting in a bamboo chair picked up the milk tea on the table, bowed his head, and said hoarsely, "Although a bit late in timing, missing the best tactical moment, politically speaking, the timing is still quite good."
"Now the mercenary corps of various consortiums have surrounded Dawn City, cutting off its trade routes," the blonde girl turned her head to look at the elderly man, "In fact, they're already besieging Dawn City, inciting an internal war. At this moment, Christos, as the mayor of Dawn City, making the decision to resist is indeed the most likely to win the sympathy of the entire Federation, thereby justifying his narrative of resistance."
