Bainbridge was the home of the rulers, any random person here might be part of one of the top families in the nation. As the Holy Doctor Competition was drawing near, all of Cathay's aristocrats were coming to this city, turning it into a merry gathering place.
Across the historical arch was the abode of Bainbridge's top aristocrats, Historic District. Unlike most of Bainbridge, it was quiet; too quiet. There was barely anyone walking around. Only the hum of expensive cars was heard from time to time.
Within a certain courtyard of this district, 3 man was sipping on his tea. Before him stood his underling, who was drenched in sweat.
"The plan failed, sir. All one hundred and twenty-five of our men are dead. When reinforcements came, our enemies were already gone..."
The man put his cup down and played with the parrot in the cage, then he said, "You promised a perfect capture."
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