Lin Ping's voice echoed in the space cabin, as tomb-like as ever, while Jin Xin's expression looked as dead as a corpse in a grave.
Rage, not from being wronged, but from the horror of faintly knowing this was the truth!
Pupils dilated, Jin Xin suddenly took a deep breath, regaining his composure, "Do you think I would believe you?"
"You will believe me," Lin Ping said lightly. "Because this is the fact."
Jin Xin's breathing grew heavy once more.
Lin Ping said in a tranquil tone, "Years ago, the territory had a plan for unification, to bring all people into the territory, with no such thing as rebels, intercontinental, or Free People."
"But this is against the spirit of the territory!" Jin Xin tried to find a flaw in Lin Ping's words.
Lin Ping admitted frankly, "Yes, it is against the rules set by Li Wancheng for the territory."
Jin Xin's heart trembled violently, and he remembered what Zhang Facai had said—the territory was the territory, just as the sun was the sun.
