"Eight thousand people..."
Sno looked at the report in his hand and sighed softly. Though he had expected it, seeing that number still left him with a sense of sorrow for his own kind.
Of course, he was happy that good people who should have died had survived, but that did not mean he could ignore the passersby who had died as well.
But he had understood from the very beginning that he could not save everyone.
Not only did Passion have only a few hundred core members, making it impossible to shelter the million people of the East Borough, but more importantly, this involved Qiao San and the Russian Priest.
If he saved only some of them, Qiao San would not say anything. After all, ten thousand people was nothing compared to the falsely reported hundred thousand, especially since Passion itself represented an unconventional "new order."
But if he dared save everyone, Qiao San would definitely lose it. He reported casualties in the hundreds of thousands, yet there was not even a single corpse—how was that supposed to make sense?
In fact, Sno even suspected that the reason the Eraser Angel had come to find him first, rather than concealing Lady of Despair first, was to remind him not to go too far.
After all, the words "this is the Choice of the Era" were far too symbolic.
Still, abandoning one group of people in order to save more others ultimately did not fit Sno's "aesthetics."
"Sir, we did everything we could." Jana noticed Sno's complicated emotions and spoke heavily. Though he was a gangster, nearly half a year of life had already begun to acclimate him to his current identity.
He was no longer the young master of some street thug gang. He was a rogue superstar leading