Walking on the cement-paved streets, Tang Zheng had built up a well of indignation with nowhere to release it. Even though he sympathized with the women and children who were suffering in the Wasteland World, it didn't mean that he would similarly tolerate men committing evil deeds. The urban management officer and the peddler may not be good people, but it wasn't anyone else's business to teach them a lesson, especially in such a brutal way of massacre.
"We have to teach the Wasteland people a lesson." Tang Zheng knew that always staying low-key wouldn't do in the Wasteland. It was all about power here. If he were to back down now without making much of a resistance, rest of the Wasteland people would surely pounce like hungry wolves, taking away all his properties.
