I can find treasures in my dreams.

As Raba had predicted, riots began to spread rapidly after news of the referendum broke.

Previously, only the lower classes rose up in protest, but now other classes are joining in.

Because everyone knows that the referendum is the prelude to the complete separation of the Peacock District.

When dividing a family property, the distribution of assets is naturally involved.

This is the highlight.

To put it simply, whichever class receives more wealth, occupies more land, and has more mineral resources will naturally have a much better life in the future.

Conflicts of interest are often life-or-death struggles.

"Get out, you lowlifes!"

"Dexin City is our territory!"

"Expel the lower classes! Protect Dexin City!"

Laba stood at his window, watching the parade on the street ahead and listening to the slogans shouted by the crowd.

This was naturally a march organized by the upper echelons.

As the capital of the Peacock District, Dexin City has a very high proportion of high-class residents. The city has accumulated a huge amount of wealth, and the high-class people naturally want to possess it.

Although Laba was also a member of the high-ranking group, he did not join them.

He has managed to find a way to leave the Peacock District in two weeks and live temporarily in another district for a few years.

Of course, it's not the Greater Xia District.

Because the residence permit for the Great Xia District is notoriously difficult to obtain, and countless people around the world want to move to Great Xia, he is far from qualified.

Laba watched for a while, then shook his head and said, "They've all gone mad!"

From the slogans shouted by the crowd, he understood the way these high-ranking officials advocated for the distribution of property.

One word—grab!

The words "get out" and "expel" are the best evidence. As long as the lower class is driven out of Dexin City, a large sum of money can be easily obtained.

This made Laba feel very dangerous.

In the past, it was unheard of for the upper class to exploit the lower class; the authorities would only favor the upper class.

But now the wind direction has changed.

The mysterious goddess of dreams, who is also the dream mentor who stirred up the turmoil, is now called a goddess by the lower classes. Will she stand by and watch the lower classes suffer oppression?
It’s highly unlikely!

The goddess of dreams will definitely organize the lower classes to fight for their own interests.

Therefore.

The conflict is bound to escalate.

This is precisely why Laba decided to leave.

Once a large-scale conflict breaks out, many people will inevitably die, and he doesn't want to die at all.

Laba watched the parade walk away and sighed, "How did Peacock District become like this?"

He still remembers that more than a decade ago, most of the Peacock people were full of confidence that the Peacock Kingdom would surely surpass the Great Xia of the East in the future.

The Great Xia people have now become the de facto rulers of Azure Star, while the term "Peacock People" is about to become history.

He really couldn't understand.

*
The Dreamlike Divine Capital.

Inside the Mingtang Hall.

Lady Jin Yao gazed at the scales of judgment and said, "Miss, according to the information gathered from the dream, a bloody conflict is about to begin in the Peacock District."

The Dream Realm is a magical world where any soul will form a projection. As long as you master certain secret techniques, you can probe the true thoughts of the target through the projection.

The dream-like beings that Yang Fan created in the murals of the Mingtang Hall all possessed the secret art of dream detection, making them a naturally outstanding intelligence force.

Yang Wanyu's beautiful eyes were full of anticipation: "Then let the flames spread throughout the Peacock District! Only with enough blood can a powerful weapon of will be forged."

From the perspective of Great Xia, the population of the Peacock District is too large, so it must be reduced.

According to the father's plan, the weakening was to be carried out in two steps.

The first step is to completely dismantle the Peacock District into dozens of different administrative districts, just like the former Federation of Gameni.

The second step is to permanently shatter the identity of the "Peacock Man".

When the people of the Peacock District harbor hatred towards each other, they will naturally no longer identify as "Peacocks." The dozens of administrative districts that will later split apart, separated by hatred, will naturally never be able to reunite.

In short, the ultimate goal is to ensure that no administrative region can threaten the status of the Great Xia District.

Honestly.

Yang Wanyu genuinely felt that her father was truly wicked, but she was very willing to carry out the plan.

This is contributing to the great Xia dynasty!
This is the greatest honor!
*
Peacock District.

One day after the information about the referendum was released.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was fate, but Laba witnessed firsthand the bloody conflict between the lower and upper classes while staying at home.

This was also the first large-scale conflict to break out within the Peacock District.

Laba, standing by the window, saw two groups of protesters, one from the lower class and the other from the upper class, meet on a main road ahead.

Neither side would back down, and they found themselves in a direct standoff.

The upper-class people shouted "Get out!" which directly angered the lower-class people, who then began throwing objects at them.

Subsequently.

Something unexpected happened.

A large number of high-ranking protesters actually pulled out guns and started shooting.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Da da!"

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few submachine guns among them, with a very high rate of fire.

Faced with fierce firepower, a large number of lower-class protesters fell to the ground, their cries of agony filling the air, and blood flowed like a river at the scene.

Laba felt a chill run through him, and felt no joy whatsoever from the thought of "his side having won."

He understood perfectly well that this was absolutely a premeditated act.

These high-ranking protesters used their social connections to obtain standard firearms from the military.

Although they were relatively old firearms, and appeared to be old guns that had been stored away for a long time, they were enough to suppress the protesters from the lower classes.

on the other hand.

This is most likely an action secretly authorized by certain high-ranking officials in this administrative region.

According to some people's thinking, if the administrative district's top leadership does not order a crackdown, but instead secretly has high-ranking civilians do it on their behalf, wouldn't that perfectly avoid the warnings from the United People's Party?

"You've all gone mad!" Laba exclaimed, his expression filled with fear. "You've all gone mad!"

He was 100% certain that the Peacock District had become a powder keg, and this bloodshed would definitely be the fuse that ignited the entire Peacock District.

Laba couldn't sit still any longer: "No! I have to leave Dexin City immediately, this place might become the center of the civil war."

He thought for a moment and made a decision: "The lower classes won't retaliate until tomorrow at the earliest, so leaving tonight should be enough time."

He had assumed that Dexin City, as the capital, would be safe, but he now realized he was so wrong.

Many, many people will die in this city!

Laba's judgment was quickly proven correct.

That afternoon.

The lower classes then began to retaliate.

On the one hand, large numbers of protesters besieged various government offices, diverting the authorities' attention.

On the other hand, thousands of protesters made their own Molotov cocktails and attacked three upscale neighborhoods.

The people who launched the shooting earlier all came from these three neighborhoods.

More than ten high-rise buildings were transformed into blazing torches.

With traffic paralyzed, the fire department was unable to provide timely assistance.

Laba's residence happens to be in one of those high-rise buildings.

He hid in the bathroom, his face filled with despair.

He judged everything correctly, except for the timing. (End of Chapter)