There were two times when people could be ruthless. One was in ignorant childhood, when they could scald ants with boiling water, drown grasshoppers, and burn little rabbits. The other was in fearful old age, when they could kill their own flesh and blood, massacre cities, and wipe out clans.
Hua Gang was now approaching the latter.
He was rapidly nearing old age.
A thought arose in his heart: If I'm going to die anyway, why should I watch others live freely?
I want to live freely.
After I die, who cares if the floodwaters rage?
The reason the Alliance required stable families and children when promoting management personnel was largely to prevent such a mindset from emerging.
If you had children, you had burdens. You would not dare become too unrestrained in your position.
And in fact, Hua Gang had several children.
But he had little affection for any of them.
Because he knew they were all part of the net those people had woven around him.
At noon that day, Hua Gang was woken from his nap. He viciously smashed a porcelain piece worth a million and demanded that the servant who had served him for six years get out. Then his temper grew worse and worse. The Butler was thrown out too, followed by his children, his wife...
All of them were driven away.
Then he took several young and beautiful lovers.
After that, he began to act.
The world quickly descended into chaos.
After all, much of the knowledge he possessed was indescribable.
The Alliance split internally into one company after another.
The companies fought each other.
For three months, artillery fire never ceased; a letter from home was worth ten thousand in gold.
The sky, the sea, and the land were all filled with smoke,