Normally, the butler would thoroughly enjoy seeing all the slaves kneeling before him in reverence. However, at this moment, he was drenched in cold sweat.
As the head steward of the Prime Minister's residence, he had heard snippets of information about what had happened earlier that day. A zeppelin was currently hovering above the courtyard, and its occupants were all from Zhongyuan.
If they were provoked, they could simply drop a couple of explosive packages onto the Prime Minister's residence, effectively destroying it.
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