All along, Zhao Fu had never wanted to bring his grudges upon ordinary people. Having once been an ordinary person himself, Zhao Fu understood them fairly well.
This time, Great Qin had been unable to control the Undead Catastrophe, resulting in the deaths of countless players and enormous losses of profit. But there had been no other way.
At the time, the northern faction had already made a move against Great Qin, using methods vicious to the extreme and showing not the slightest mercy.
In one stroke, they had dealt Great Qin's business a devastating blow and caused over ten thousand casualties. Faced with such a massive force, so arrogant and overbearing, Great Qin had no choice but to strike back.
The Undead Catastrophe was undoubtedly the best method. Not only could it destroy the northern faction, it could also bring greater benefits to Great Qin. "Humans are creatures who place profit above all else. Great Qin may be selfish, but who in this world is not selfish?"
Only the strong had the right to stand and speak. The weak could only kneel on the ground, bow their heads, and beg for their lives. That was simply how this world was.
Zhao Fu did not want to become weak, nor did he particularly want to act against those ordinary people. It was meaningless and brought no benefit at all.
They were right to curse Great Qin. Zhao Fu could understand how they felt, and he had even intended to change his original way of thinking, as well as how he treated ordinary people. He would treat them well and believe that the world was full of light and love—that he could not be so dark-hearted.
Zhao Fu suddenly smiled, but the smile was icy to the extreme, carrying a trace