In short, after the people of the vast Imperial Capital had once again lived through a day of deep waters and scorching flames, trembling with fear, they were astonished to discover that the Imperial Capital now had a quarantine zone... Rumor had it that some kind of infectious disease was spreading there. Anyone who entered without protective measures could easily contract it.
Without exception, anyone afflicted by the disease would descend into madness, attacking others everywhere and spreading the infection. Thus, when facing such beings, the Empire had adopted its harshest method—fff!
"Ahem, burning them alive right away... that's certainly decisive." Holding a fresh newspaper and reading its contents, Jiu Ming gave a light cough. As for why there were newspapers at all, it was because the cloaked figures whom the Empire regarded as a malignant tumor still remained in the Imperial Capital!
Not only were they peddling rumors now, they had even branched into the new business of writing newspapers...
They were simply bored out of their minds!
After the chaos that day, Jiu Ming had laid low for a while. After all, what happened that day had indirectly involved him as well, hadn't it? In any case, dealing with the Imperial Capital's underground affairs was what mattered most. Why were these people being so fussy? It was clearly for their own good. As long as they moved out of the Imperial Capital, everything would be fine, yet now quite a few stubborn people were refusing to budge!! Mm, though it seemed they had been forced into refusing to leave. If they dared move, they would surely be beheaded. Still, should he start some kind of emigration service?
Uh, fine. There were simply too many people in the Imperial Capital. Producing that many clones would wear him out too