They quietly disbanded like the wind scattering sand, dispersing into the alleys, ruins, and crowds, as if they never existed.
In just one day, the undercurrent of the entire Red Tide City seemed to have been severed by a heavy blow.
No one mentioned "Red Tide's hidden grains" anymore, and no one dared to gather for discussions.
They suddenly realized:
This land was not the Northern Wasteland that could be plundered and burned at will.
It belonged to the man who dared to kill nobility, execute the unruly, and showed no mercy.
This is Red Tide.
In Red Tide, those who disobey, disregard the law, or are unafraid of death, will die quickly.
The sound of the whip finally ceased, the blood on the execution platform not yet dry, but the crowd in the square surged like a tide.
Some knelt on the ground with tears streaming, repeatedly kowtowing and murmuring, "Thank you, my lord... Thank you, Red Tide... Thank you for saving us..."
