Jinbe silently followed at Ronglin's side. He had arrived too late; by the time he got here, the place had already become a living hell. In the end, he had not been able to help much, merely going through the motions.
Ronglin tried his best not to look at the horrific scene within the city as he hurried toward the outskirts. Suddenly, cheers from the distance caught his attention. At a time like this, who could still be so happy?
Many people surrounded someone, loudly praising him with endless gratitude and compliments. The person in the middle, so overwhelmed by everyone's thanks that he did not know what to do with himself, was Caesar!
"Our great benefactor!" Bilida was bleeding all over, yet he did not care in the slightest. "If it hadn't been for you back then, I definitely would've beaten that idiot to death!"
"Yeah!" Anrield chimed in. "If you hadn't successfully caught my attention, I definitely would've lost control and killed that idiot!"
Even more grateful to Caesar were the common folk. Many had been fighting their own relatives and friends when Caesar stopped them. Others had been innocently caught up in the battles of powerful fighters and, after being severely injured, were dragged out of danger by Caesar.
Although many people had died when the beast horde trampled through the city, quite a few lucky survivors remained. After those who had lost their minds came to their senses and heard what had happened from those who had not, their gratitude toward Caesar was enough to bring tears to one's eyes.
Caesar was covered in goosebumps. Born to do nothing but evil, when had he ever encountered something like this? He would rather knock everyone in front of him unconscious again than listen to their words of