Lanqi fell silent, having a vague idea of what these people were planning to do.
Sergey ran a freight company, and it wouldn't be difficult to delay the shipments a bit.
Baron Rota owned a printing press, which was the perfect channel to prematurely spread the news of a famine.
Buleike's Jianling Company had control over many workers, who were craftsmen when there was business and Buleike's personal enforcers when there wasn't. Once the armed guards formed by Paradise Sect fell apart, they would become the most powerful force in the Inner City District.
Lanqi sensed the ominous presence of a brewing storm.
"We didn't call you here for anything else, just to give you a simple heads-up—we hope everything will return to how it was before, with the Blinton family in charge of this city," Sergey said with a smile, patting Lanqi on the shoulder, "You don't have to do anything. Just wait quietly. We can have a drink when the Paradise Sect packs up and leaves."