The passengers discussed animatedly, and those voices naturally reached Mo Yelou's ears.
Under the mask, Mo Yelou's expression was cold.
At this moment, he didn't feel good either.
As a prince, he could have enjoyed all the glory, wealth, and a stable life. However, he had guarded the front line of the battlefield all year round, fought the cruelest battles, and suffered the most painful injuries. Why? Wasn't it to let the people of the Divine Moon Empire live in peace and not suffer anymore?!
The Prosperous Capital's citizens weren't only his brother's people, but also his people. He had sacrificed everything for this country! Now that he was going to personally seal the Prosperous Capital and watch these citizens die, his heart ached.
The gun in his hand was used to protect the people of the Divine Moon Empire, but today, he had no choice but to point the gun at his people.
But they had no choice.
