The night in Hydefield is destined to be sleepless.
Luxury flying cars are speeding along the crisscrossing highways, heading towards different destinations. The mansions are brightly lit, with a continuous flow of cars and people.
In the conference room, smoke fills the air, necessitating the air circulation system to be turned to its maximum to keep the air fresh. Coffee is brewed pot after pot, and tea is steeped cup after cup, only to be consumed swiftly by the bleary-eyed people.
These normally high and mighty dignitaries have gathered together, watching the chaotic battle through the images relayed by the monitoring satellites, accessible only with special permissions.
They are either looking grave, gloating, shocked, or worried.
They discuss, analyze, speculate, and even argue, spreading rumors unknowingly.
On the satellite screens, warehouses and goods are ignited, burning fiercely. The entire Jiaolong Industrial District has turned into a sea of fire.
