C3887 Who Is the Mastermind?

That night, the Capital was in complete chaos. The chaos did not belong to A civilian, they guarded their own bean juice stalls, lived in the pancake shop, and the price of the soybeans was what they had to worry about.

Poor people might not be able to understand the worries of these rich people, much less imagine the pain of a business worth millions of silver getting beaten by a knife.

Indeed