East City Association Floating Island.
The originally burning makeshift tents had gone out, and the tent in the middle was pitch black.
Wei Dong, along with a few trusted subordinates, gathered at a landing point on the edge of the floating island, staring grimly at the armored train battlefield.
Fighting had just erupted over at the brick factory, but there was still no feedback from Longyan's side.
Obviously, this guy had hidden quite a few things again.
The East City Association appeared to be a united organization on the surface, but in reality, it was just a facade. The three leaders had their own individual interests, and as the head, he was only nominally above the two of them. In reality, they each had their own schemes.
The rope beside them suddenly shook, and a few subordinates hurriedly turned the wheel to pull someone up.
The subordinate sitting in the iron frame was drenched in sweat and had a pale, dispirited look on his face, "Brother Dong, it's all gone!"
