"Bastard... bastard!!!"
The young girl's palm slammed heavily onto the solid wood table, instantly turning red, but she completely ignored her hand, her eyes
faintly... showing a hint of tears. Yet she did not cry. Instead, she cursed in a voice that was rarely so lacking in
force... yet made one's heart tremble.
Her tender voice echoed throughout the hall. In an instant, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone looked at one another,
somewhat at a loss. The servants froze as they
stared at that frail figure, not knowing why... that back, which should have been innocent, now carried
an incomparably heavy... and weathered air.
"Long Tianfeng... Long Tianfeng, what exactly did you do..."
The girl lowered her head. No one could see what expression she wore at that moment, but the helplessness,
the heartache, and the
powerlessness in her voice, which made everyone empathize with her, deeply shook everyone present.
Although her voice was so tender, although her back was so small, she gave off a feeling... as solid as a mountain.
"Twenty years... True Dragon Organization, are Chinese people really so worthless...? You wouldn't even give them supplies?"
Haiyuan Company... had provided supplies after only three years.
What about you!!
Long Tianfeng!! You bastard!!
True Dragon Company really... should not have been kept.
If... True Dragon Company had begun distributing supplies in the third year of the apocalypse, just like Haiyuan Company, then with the Chinese people's
tenacious spirit and vitality, over the following twenty-six years,
the Chinese people would have been able to recover. Even if they could not return to being the great nation that once held nearly a quarter of the world's population,
at the very least... there should have been tens of millions of them.
But what about now?
Excluding the rapidly cultivated