Chen Pingchuan's smile gradually faded, his expression growing solemn. He looked toward the land ravaged beyond recognition by the nuclear blast and said slowly, "Brother-in-law, this world may seem peaceful, but in reality, it's riddled with holes. The old rules, the blocked paths for advancement, and the dictatorial rulers... It's in dire need of a new order, one that can offer hope to all living things."
Yang Jian's heart went cold. He wasn't afraid of pure destroyers or ambitious tyrants, but he dreaded idealists like this—those who believed they were saving the world—because they would often choose incredibly destructive means for the sake of their so-called 'justice.'
"Your new order is to be forged through this kind of near-total destruction? Look around you! How many lives have been lost? Do you have any idea how many others were connected to them?" Yang Jian's voice grew agitated as he looked out at the carnage, a wave of sorrow washing over him.
