Golden fireworks burst forth in the sky.
Xu Shuo looked up at the sky, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile.
Just as District Thirteen was unwilling to cooperate with Green Mist or Ninth District, the Radiant Corps had never considered cooperating with District Thirteen either.
The negotiations, which were nothing short of serious, were merely meant to make the military of District Thirteen wholeheartedly block the invasion of the alien forces.
The generals of District Thirteen might have anticipated this, but now they really had no choice—the Parliament, blinded by profit, was unable to see past grabbing gold, and the social seasons held throughout the year had allowed countless spies and secret agents to take up residence here.
The seemingly impregnable District Thirteen was, in fact, riddled with infiltration.
The Empire would never allow such a security threat to exist on its borders.