"I ask Your Highness to slaughter every member of the Wang Family's direct line—not only in Apocalypse World, but in the real world as well. Leave not a single one alive."
Wang Xiaozhu spoke with hatred and killing intent filling his voice. It was hard to imagine that this youth harbored such deep hatred and such murderous resolve—things no one his age should possess.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Fu thought it over. If he attacked Zheng State, he would certainly kill all members of the Wang Family; that was not a problem. But doing so in the real world would be somewhat difficult.
First, the real world still maintained order, and that order could not be shattered. Otherwise, the real world would completely collapse, entering the apocalypse ahead of time, which would benefit no one. Second, as a hereditary faction of a state, the Wang Family was absolutely a local tyrant in its area. Even if he mobilized the Ying Family's forces, they would not be easy to eradicate.
Zhao Fu looked at the hatred-filled youth before him. He did not know how great Wang Xiaozhu's grudge against the Wang Family was, and he only valued benefits now. He said, "In Apocalypse World, I can kill every member of the Wang Family!"
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xiaozhu asked again, "Your Highness! After Apocalypse World devours the real world, will you kill the Wang Family?"
Zhao Fu did not think much before answering, "I will!"
If Great Qin were to destroy Zheng State, it would certainly have to destroy the Wang Family. The hatred born from destroying a state was an irreconcilable blood feud, so they had to pull out the weeds by the roots. Naturally, every member of the Wang Family had to die.
Having received his answer,