Outside the Off-road Vehicle, the rain still poured down in sheets, thunder rumbling endlessly.
Yet inside the Off-road Vehicle, whose soundproofing and defenses had both been raised to their limits, not the faintest sound of rain or thunder could be heard.
Only Lü Fanghui's hoarse voice stirred with boundless emotion and regret.
"My father and the other eight gang leaders took action. They drove away all the Doomsday Beasts, slew three-digit numbers of super beasts and countless monsters, and saved Lei Zongchao and everyone else."
He spoke briefly, his voice low. "Unfortunately, too many members of the Red Heart Association died in battle. Even Big Beard President died a heroic death. More than eighty percent of the buildings in its territory collapsed with a crash, and the dead and wounded were beyond counting.
"More importantly, practice proved that the 'Red Heart Association Model' was unsuited to the entirely new Monster War. It would only get everyone killed.
"The once-flourishing Red Heart Association thus fell apart and vanished into thin air.
"No matter how ashamed we were to face the Elders of Jiangdong, survivors like us could only slink back to our original families and gangs.
"I returned to the Qingtian Association's territory.
"To my astonishment, although it had also suffered the Beast Tide's assault, the vast majority of the residents there were actually still alive!
"Yes, their lives did not seem prosperous—after defeating the Blood Alliance, my father reformed the Qingtian Association's system and established a resource distribution system of brutal competition and survival of the fittest. Only the strong were qualified to receive more resources, while the weak could only drag out a dishonorable existence.
"But it was precisely this system that made the strong stronger and stronger, allowing them to step forward when the Beast Tide struck, repel