After dumping every last headache on Zhao Sheng, Pan Long turned to the question of how to deal with the Zeng Family.
The Zeng Family was a hurdle he had to clear!
As a senior official of the Wind Patrol Office and a staunch supporter of Reform, he had to pull out the nail that was the Zeng Family.
Besides, he could not agree with what the Zeng Family was doing.
They were willing to start wars and inflame conflicts just to advance their cultivation. How were they any different from arms dealers who started wars to sell weapons?
During the founding of the Grand Federation in his previous life, those who peddled war had been sent to the electric chair almost one by one. For once, people across the world had cheered in unison, regardless of nation, ethnicity, religion, or culture.
No one liked people who kept stirring up wars for profit, especially after the whole world had lived through a brief but harrowing world war.
In peacetime, perhaps a few contrarians might have supported them out of a stubborn "everyone is drunk but me" attitude, purely to seem different.
But after the war, all they could expect were curses and condemnation from a world speaking with one voice.
As for their former allies, partners, and supporters... those people were the dust of an old era, swept away like fallen leaves before an autumn wind!
Back then, Pan Long had been a minor functionary in an obscure government department. He spent every day dealing with blueprints, case files, and data, with few chances even to talk to people. When he saw the news that those warmongers had been sentenced to death, he had naturally been delighted. But he had also felt a little regret.
*If only I could have