At six o’clock in the evening, the entire St. Sunday was shrouded in a sense of oppression. Everyone who should have been at work at this time was not at work. They were all waiting, waiting for the outcome, waiting for the ultimate fate of St. Sunday.
War or peace?
St. Sunday Hotel, the largest five-star hotel in the city.
In front of the hotel, countless luxury cars were parked. Mercedes-Benz and BMWs, which are rare to see on ordinary days, were everywhere. Even more expensive cars like the Lincoln and Maybach were casually parked like street-side snacks.
However, tonight, these cars were not the main characters.
“Gentlemen, it’s our last shot tonight. I don’t know if we will still exist when the sun rises tomorrow,” said an elderly man to the others.
“It’s really hard to survive in such a chaotic era,” another one sighed.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“In times of chaos, human lives are worth less than a dog’s.”
There were also people echoing in the back.
“Those who exist, don’t worry.”
However, at this time, two people walked over. The leader was Jayden Harris, with a scholarly smile on his face: “Don’t worry, everyone. As long as you stand with the peace party, you will surely survive. But if you stand with the war party, then…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood.
It meant death.
“Where do you get such confidence to choose sides so early?” someone asked.
No one dared to choose sides so early. Who knew what would happen? Even those who had placed heavy bets under the peace party did not dare to stand up at this time. But it seemed that the Harris family and the Haynes family had already chosen their sides.
“Confidence? Does the army of 100, 000 stationed seventy miles outside St. Sunday count as my confidence? Gentlemen, think about it, what does an army of 100, 000 mean? Can a Mr. X stop it?”
Jayden Harris stood with his hands behind his back, a playful look on his face: “Gentlemen, make your choices early. Otherwise, you may regret it when it’s too late.”
Then, he and Rolf Haynes walked in.
This immediately caused a stir among the crowd. There had been rumors that Maclean Lyons was leading an army of 100, 000 to St. Sunday. Some didn’t believe it at first, but now it was confirmed.
The army of 100, 000 was really here, stationed just seventy miles away.
They could reach St. Sunday in just two hours.
The people at the door fell into silence.
The arrival of the army would make their decision sway.
This time, all the influential figures in St. Sunday were here, a total of more than a thousand people. They were here to express their stance on behalf of all of St. Sunday. Fortunately, the grand hotel was large enough to accommodate so many people.
And so many important figures.
After a while…
Most people had entered the venue, but the atmosphere was still somewhat tense.
Initially, there was a majority of war supporters among them, but after the news of the approaching army, their faith began to waver. They didn’t want to die. They had wives and children.
Not all families had the resolve of the Lindsay family.
“Gentlemen, I will be hosting today’s auction. Perhaps, this will be the last time I do so,” said an elderly man who walked onto the stage.
“It’s him!”
People were shocked when they saw him.
Leslie Eastwood!
The oldest auctioneer in St. Sunday. He had been in the auction business for his entire life, but as he grew older, he gradually retired from this industry and lived his remaining years in peace.
But without a doubt, he was the most experienced and highest-ranking auctioneer in St. Sunday.
They didn’t expect him to come out today.
“Whether we live or die, let’s talk about that later. Today, we first have the auction. The first item, a calligraphy work from the Old Kisia era… starting price of ten million. Ten million once, ten million twice, ten million three times… Alright, the first item has been passed.”
Leslie Eastwood was not angry, but rather, he seemed amused.
This was just the beginning, it was just a formality, to alleviate everyone’s anxious mood. It was normal to have no bids. After all, everyone was facing life and death, who would care about buying things now.
And so, thirty auction items went unsold in half an hour. No one cared about what these items were. What they cared about was the last item up for auction. However, this was also the most unusual auction ever, as everything remained unsold.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, half an hour has passed and it’s finally time to make your choices. South Land has breached the border. The entire South Province is in imminent danger. But if we surrender, we can not only survive this calamity but also thrive for a lifetime. However, St. Sunday has been passed down for so many years. We share honor and disgrace together. Either St. Sunday fights, or St. Sunday surrenders. We only have these two choices.”
“By the way, a friendly reminder, seventy miles outside the city, there is an army of 100, 000 from South Land. If we choose to fight, St. Sunday may be littered with millions of corpses.”
“But likewise, to live as a Kisia, to die as a Kisia spirit, I, an old man already half in the grave, cast my vote for war.” Leslie Eastwood, trembling, raised his hand: “I bid, to fight, one dollar.”
On the big screen, a ‘war’ character appeared on the left, and a ‘peace’ character on the right. With this bid, the ‘war’ character jumped once, then one dollar appeared. Each power was represented by one dollar. The final decision was made, war or peace.
The people below fell silent. The host this time wasn’t invited by the Roach family, but was venerated by everyone. Only this old man had the qualifications to stand in this position. And what he said made sense, to live standing, or to die kneeling.
This has always been a difficult decision to make, after all, not everyone has such a great sense of ‘loyalty’. War or peace. Everyone was making the decision in their hearts.
However, with two steps, the people of the Roach family came out. The leader was Ben Roach. But this time, he wasn’t in the main position, but was escorting someone front and back.
“The Harding clan has arrived.”
The appearance of this person made everyone stand up. Because the Harding clan, the master of the entire South Province’s destruction, St. Sunday had this choice, all thanks to the Harding clan. But no one dared to resent this great man.
This great man appeared in St. Sunday several years ago. With his power, he completely changed St. Sunday. However, the change was for the worse. It turned into a place of revelry, bright lights and wine, with no more fighting spirit.
But everyone knew the power and majesty of this man.
“Lord Hue Harding.”
As Jayden Harris and Rolf Haynes came out first, followed by a large number of clans, they looked at each other, then finally got up to pay their respects.
Hue Harding didn’t look at these people, but slightly waved his hand: “Today, stand for peace, I guarantee your prosperity for three generations.”