At the end of the day, he could only carry out assassinations; he could not achieve real deterrence.
Besides, one aircraft alone was not enough.
Sooner or later, a single aircraft would run out of fuel and ammunition.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qingyu grew furious.
Damn it.
Why couldn't they just let him have some fun in peace?
Why were people always so stupid?
No, I have to cheat—cheat even more! Zhao Qingyu thought, and so he found a tropical island to live in seclusion.
Though he called it seclusion, the place had a harbor and docks.
He was researching how to use divine power.
Just then,
Companies A, B, and D all extended olive branches to him.
The three companies publicly declared that they would grant him the lofty rank of marshal.
They even sent people to the island to invite him repeatedly.
Company C, meanwhile, sent agents to assassinate him.
After all, the island was too remote. Sending a large army would not be worth it, and the facts had proven that a large army was useless against Zhao Qingyu anyway.
Yet Zhao Qingyu killed the attackers and treated all attempts to recruit him with disdain.
If he joined Companies A, B, and D, he would only repeat the same mistakes.
Companies A, B, and D might be smarter, at least knowing how to cross the river and demolish the bridge.
The day he helped them achieve victory would probably be the day Zhao Qingyu died.
Therefore, Zhao Qingyu had no intention of helping Company A either.
Fortunately, his feudal divine-power dynasty had always centered on himself. He had never intended to rely on some emperor to manage everything.
And now, firsthand experience had taught him what it meant to lean on a mountain only for it to