It was still before dawn.
Yet Swimming City was already bustling with people.
News of the peace talks between Commander Ridge and Rhys Cook had spread quietly, though no one knew when.
The two factions stood in a tense standoff outside the City Lord's Mansion, swords practically drawn!
Commander Ridge had already led his men into the conference hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
Rhys Cook had done the same.
Before arriving, both men had arranged for their subordinates to inspect the other party.
Only after confirming there were six people each did they enter the conference hall together.
Outside, their respective armies waited.
Should anything unexpected occur, the armies would be able to storm in within five minutes to provide support.
"Mr. Cook, we are brothers. Why must we fight?"
Commander Ridge was the first to sit on a chair in the conference hall, with five neatly arranged men standing behind him.
He held no fear that the opponent might suddenly open a weapon box.
