"Have you ever thought that you would die?" Jeanne suddenly asked.
"Anyone can die." Kingsley said bluntly, "I never thought that I would live like this until I die."
"So, do you have any regrets?" Jeanne asked him.
He was born into an assassin family, so his life and death had always been up to the heavens, not fate.
No one knew when they would really die. Even Kingsley could not guarantee it.
"No, I don't," Kingsley replied firmly. "I don't have any regrets."
There was no need for any regrets. He shouldered his own responsibility and led the development of the Hills. He had nothing to regret.
Of course, if he died, the Hills would also face extinction. However, that was not his regret. That was just the survival of the fittest.
That was how the world evolved.
The Hills did not rise up out of thin air. They, too, killed a lot of people to get to where they were today.
