"..."
Faced with Fang Zheng's words, the rebels opposite him fell silent for a moment. After a brief pause, the curly-haired man at the front stepped forward.
"If we join you, what will you do?"
"Sen!"
Hearing the curly-haired man speak, his followers behind him immediately grew agitated.
"Are you really planning to join these people of unknown origin?"
"That's right."
The curly-haired man nodded.
"Just as he said, everything we've been doing... honestly, I can't see any direction in it. We fight Britannia every day, but what have we gained? After all this time, have we succeeded even once? If that's the case, then I think... we should at least hear what he has to say. At the very least, his understanding of the current situation is far clearer than ours."
"But..."
Fang Zheng listened quietly to the group arguing below, saying nothing. He did not think highly of these terrorists calling themselves the Rebel Army. Judging by their actions alone, if that truck had not been carrying that strange green-haired girl but actual Poison Gas, then what they had done would have been nothing less than a terrorist attack. There was no room for argument on that point.
Of course, Fang Zheng did not approve of what they were doing, but that did not mean he could not understand it. It was like the Twin Towers incident in the United States. Back when the United States launched its wars in the Middle East, how many people had died or been injured? How many wives had lost husbands, children had lost parents, and families had been destroyed? Even if only one in a thousand of them bore a sufficiently deep hatred for the United States, launching such an attack would not have been difficult.
The reason was simple. The