After Wang Qiao and Chuan Liu joined forces, they reached a consensus: the former would focus on internal affairs, and the latter on external affairs.

Taking advantage of her location within the main city of Plum Blossom, Chuanliu transmitted the intelligence she had gathered about Wu Lide to the outside world.

Then, at the height of the turmoil in Plum Blossom City, he notified people outside to launch a siege against Wu Lide, completely shattering the mask of "unity" of the official residents of Plum Blossom City.

Now, it's time to close the net.

Outside the main city, shouts of "Hand over Wu Lide!" were heard incessantly, each one striking at the hearts of the official residents of Meihua Main City.

The crowd on the ground all looked towards the rooftop, at their "leader," their only path to salvation—Wu Lide.

Wu Lide's face was extremely grim. He kept glancing at his confidants who were still standing on the rooftop, fearing that they might do something that would actually hand him over.

At this moment, Chuanliu was taking the elevator from the 13th floor to the 14th floor.

From here, one can overlook the entire Meihua residential area to the south and see the boundless ocean to the north. Because everyone went down to resist the enemy, this floor is almost deserted.

She strolled leisurely through this place that represented the highest power of the "Plum Blossom," as if she were visiting her own home.

It wasn't until she arrived at Wu Lide's office that she saw Wang Qiao sitting in the main seat.

"Once you deal with him, you'll be the ruler of Plum Blossom City. Congratulations." Chuanliu curled the corners of his lips, walked naturally to the bookshelf, and casually picked up a book to flip through.

Wang Qiao casually tossed her hair. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, my goal has never been to rule Paradise Island."

As she spoke, she suddenly took out a playing card from her pocket and handed it to Chuanliu, saying, "This was taken from him. Here you go."

Chuanliu took it, and there was a black and white "Joker" card on it.

This is the "Little King" that Wu Lide holds!

Chuanliu looked at her with a questioning gaze. "Why didn't you keep it for yourself? If the 'King' has already died in the zombie horde, then this 'Little King' card is the strongest card on Paradise Island. You actually didn't want it?"

Wang Qiao chuckled lightly, "I'm a member of WD, so naturally I know the significance of playing cards. These people went down the wrong path from the very beginning of Paradise Island's establishment."

"Wrong?" Chuanliu listened attentively.

Wang Qiao continued, “The four suits represent past lives: spades represent killing; hearts represent desire; clubs represent depravity; and diamonds represent lies. The size of the number represents the next life; the larger the number, the deeper the sins that need to be repented for. Duplicate playing cards represent duplicate identities, but not duplicate souls. This… is what WD told you when you arrived on the island, right?”

Chuanliu nodded.

Wang Qiao: "But we never said that the residents of Paradise Island should only have resources equivalent to this little piece of paper, right?"

Chuanliu's pupils contracted, and he instantly understood what Wang Qiao meant.

Whether it's the color or the number, it's essentially a judgment of the residents' identity before they land on the island.

If people truly come to Paradise Island with the intention of "restarting their lives" and starting a new chapter, then they wouldn't be bound by a small piece of paper.

The future is clearly in their own hands, yet the residents have divided themselves into different classes: high-rise residents, regular residents, ordinary residents, and homeless people...

In other words, the "power supremacy" of Paradise Island today was created by the first and subsequent generations of islanders.

Therefore, Wang Qiao will always hold a high position in Plum Blossom City because she needs the wealth and resources that society recognizes for this position; but she does not need to constantly pursue higher and higher status.

Because in her eyes, the identity tag was a laughable thing.

Wang Qiao said, "From now on, the task of finding the 'King' will be entirely entrusted to you, 'Little King.' Don't let me down."

According to the calendar system in Western astronomy, the "King" represents the sun, and the "Little King" represents the moon.

The sun and moon shine differently, and the river will stand completely on the other side of "Joker".

At the same time, Wu Lide was trying to intimidate the enemy and win back morale by using a loudspeaker.

The man shouted in a loud voice, trying to shift the blame to the invasion of their homeland and the harm to all the residents of Meihua.

Wu Lide, on the rooftop, dared not go downstairs, nor hide on any other floor, for he feared his people would believe those outside and launch a mass attack. To him, the highest rooftop was the safest place.

He felt increasingly strained and reluctantly pointed at the soldiers in the safe zone on the ground, ordering them to charge into battle.

Having learned from their experience, Wu Fangming and his men were now handling the attacks with ease, following their established strategy. Some soldiers even found gaps in the fighting and used ladders to climb into the safe zone.

Preparations for a breakout.

At this moment, Wang Qiao suddenly appeared on the rooftop, followed by someone who seemed to be her subordinate, standing silently to the side.

Wang Qiao looked around and saw that on the rooftop, besides the two of them who had just come up and Wu Lide, there were only four other people left: Yan Zhengkang, Sun Fan, Li Quanyou, and Hou Yifan.

Those present were all trusted confidants in Wu Lide's eyes.

Wu Lide's attention was instantly drawn to Wang Qiao's arrival, and he immediately ran to her side, his eyes full of hope.

"How's it going? Any news from WD?"

He gripped the woman's shoulders tightly with both hands, placing his last hope on her.

Wang Qiao felt a little pain from his strength. She moved slightly to the edge of the rooftop and then shook her head at Wu Lide.

Wu Lide refused to accept this fact. He shook the woman's shoulders violently, trying his best to control his emotions, and said, "Say something, they will come to help me, right? Wang Qiao, say something!"

Wang Qiao's body swayed weakly as the man shook her, and when he let go, she stumbled and fell on the edge of the rooftop.

To those watching Wu Lide from the ground, he appeared to have gone mad, punishing his subordinates. And this subordinate was none other than Qiao Jie, the second-in-command of Plum Blossom City.

With deep disappointment in her eyes, Wang Qiao got up from the ground and said in a desperate voice, "Lide, let's surrender. There's no chance anymore."

If Wang Qiao had said this before the troops were dispatched from the four cities, there might have been a chance for things to turn around.

But if he were to surrender now, he himself would be the one to face trial.

Wu Lide took two steps back and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

He kept muttering, "No, there's still a chance! They just haven't returned the call, we still have a chance!"

Wang Qiao's hair was soaked by the rain and clung to her delicate face, making her look pitiful. But what she said plunged Wu Lide's mood into despair: "The contact information you gave me is no longer working. Lide... they've given up on us!"