The World Is Very Cruel

At Cheng Han's command.

The people in the dining hall quickly cleared out.

Only the city lord remained.

Of course.

Qian Qingqing was also present.

The city lord had assumed that this important figure, who looked so young, would surely ask about the Avengers Cult.

However.

The truth surprised him.

The important figure had no interest in the Avengers at all.

Instead, he asked another question. "If Green Basket People were conscripted for the battlefield on a large scale, based on your personal experience, what proportion could be drafted under the most extreme circumstances?"

The city lord froze for a moment. "Ah?"

Cheng Han continued on his own, "Those conscripted should be the young and middle-aged Green Basket People. They are the elite of the Green Basket Race, as well as its future.

"If they are rapidly expended on the battlefield, it will greatly weaken the Green Basket People's potential while also reducing resistance in this realm."

The city lord listened with a bewildered expression.

Qian Qingqing, however, could not help nodding.

She felt that her fiancé's method was exceedingly clever.

After all, every race was bound to have a group of people unwilling to submit to others.

It was an inextinguishable instinct, and also the fundamental reason the Avengers Cult had come into being.

Rather than putting out fires everywhere, painstakingly suppressing the Avengers Cult only for an Avengers Alliance to emerge immediately afterward, endlessly repeating the cycle.

It would be better to strike at the root and send all the young and middle-aged Green Basket People with the strongest spirit of resistance to the battlefield to be used up as cannon fodder. That would be far less troublesome.

On the other hand.

Once the Green Basket People's elite population was drastically reduced, the Myriad Heavens Race would be