Inside Sixth Street’s towering walls.
It was the most prosperous place on the wasteland, a city that never slept built among the ruins.
In the heart of this bustling place, stood a magnificent dome building. Its structure was similar to Houses of Parliament, symbolizing the unity flag fluttering above.
It represented power, the brain of the entire Sixth Street.
Within the council chamber of the building, the Council of Ten members gathered around the round table.
Sixth Street was on doing fairly well for a while now, however, what was surprising was that the dignitaries sitting here had no smile on their faces.
As the president of Zhao Corporation, Zhao Chenwu was obviously among them. Sitting across him was his competitor, the boss in the giant firearm company, Feng De. Usually, they would mock each other as part of their routine every time they meet, but this time both of them had gloom all over their face with both keeping their silence.
