Zheng Fan understood clearly. This was Blindman leaving himself a safety net. For the Demon Kings, this was just a game. Since it was a game, winning or losing didn't matter as long as he and his men didn't die. Everything else was unimportant and dispensable. However, if they lost this gamble, Shengle City would truly go bankrupt. Then, they would need to change their way of playing.
Zheng Fan stroked the back of his hand and slowly said, "Wait and see."
...
Finally, the Eldest Prince had entered the city.
All factions were anxiously waiting for the Eldest Prince to enter Ying Capital City.
Yet, the Eldest Prince had always been as unflappable as an old hound.
He didn't exude the vitality of youth; instead, when it came to warfare, he was more like a somber old fox.
With every step his army took, they made thorough preparations. Their coordination with the local populace and allied troops was meticulously handled.
