That night, Li Hao left the small town. Fatty and the fake accountant were burned to ashes by Li Hao. He continued his journey south.
As for the future of the small city, he did not know.
As for the tens of thousands of refugees in the mine ... He had no idea.
At this moment, he understood Hong Yitang's struggle and difficulty. It was not difficult to save one person. The difficult part was how to settle them down and how to reignite their hope.
The difficult part was a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand ...
Ten thousand people in a small city were in trouble.
How many people were there in the thousand cities?
Li Hao felt terrified at the thought of this.
This dynasty was like a cage.
Hong Yitang actually aspired to be the Savior of the world ... Li Hao shuddered at the thought of it. It was too terrifying.
He admired the other party's great will, determination, and spirit ... But he felt that there was no hope!
"There's no hope!"
