Had he gained massive profits from Black Grass, only to pay an enormous price because of it now?
After hearing Han Bing's speculation, Lu Xin fell into deep thought.
He suddenly found it rather interesting.
The insomnia pollution in Black Marsh City had caused terrifying phenomena to appear throughout the city. Almost everyone who had lost the ability to sleep wore a haggard, exhausted look that inspired sympathy. But when he thought about the reason behind their insomnia, it seemed they were not quite deserving of pity after all.
Of course, there were many people in the city who deserved sympathy.
Whether it was the short-tempered young receptionist who, when no one else took responsibility, would go upstairs alone to collect the corpse of a tenant, or the middle-school girl who, despite her young age, took care of her younger brother by singing for money, they were both people worthy of sympathy.
And there were certainly many other innocent people like them who had been caught up in this.
But the city itself—the city that had made enormous profits from Black Grass—deserved a disaster like this.
Born from Black Grass and destroyed by Black Grass. Was that really unreasonable?
"For a proper investigation, we'd need verification from multiple sources."
"But we don't have that condition right now, so for the moment, we can only make plans according to this logic."
Han Bing said, "I already warned the people in our solo operative team just now. From this point on, no one is to casually eat food from Black Marsh City, smoke their cigarettes, or even drink their water. I've already had Mr. Gecko bring up the drinking water we filtered on the way here. The water in this city should be fine after three layers of filtration, but