Faced with Ai Qing's question, William fell into brief silence.
Generally speaking, no matter how unruly someone was, when facing an old-timer like him, they would at least put on an act.
Yet Ai Qing was so blunt that she seemed to have left him at a loss...
Still, he had long understood Ai Qing's courage—otherwise, she would not have cast that vote of approval through a subjective simulation of herself during the Pioneer Society's pattern overlap.
If you did not dare to strike hard, what kind of Pioneer Society investigator were you?
Wouldn't it be better to go farm in the Department of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry?
"I can understand your resentment and displeasure, Ai Qing, but unfortunately, there was none," William seemed to sigh. "On the contrary."
"The Regeneration Plan was a complete success."
He said, "Thanks to you."
"Hah, I didn't know I'd become so important."
Ai Qing asked, "Wasn't I just being played like a fiddle without even knowing it by a group of people who had long been dead, and some ghostly thing from another hell?"
She had suddenly been thrown into the Pioneer Society's and the Pied Piper's plan, like a chess piece tossed onto a board, a sacrifice thrown onto an altar, helplessly falling into the deepest depths of the fog.
Everything she had done with all her strength had actually been dancing in someone else's palm.
Just thinking of it was humiliating enough to make her want to vomit.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
Ai Qing asked bluntly, "What exactly did you drag me into this damned plan for?"
"To make you do everything you did."
At that moment, William revealed a meaningful smile, just like the one in the identification photo he had left behind in old age.