Sui Xiong floated in the sky and watched the black smoke rising from the village beneath his feet. His expression reflected his unhappiness.
"You should have told me earlier," he said to Wenner.
Instead of continuing on this subject, Wenner said something else, "I'm just wondering, how on earth do they intend to put an end to this?"
"These are people who invite death wishes, how many of them will think of an end?" Sui Xiong sneered. Then he added, "Let me blast them into a ball of slag later, then we can use it to fertilize our fields!"
"That's not necessary," Wenner said. Shaking his head, he said, "The rapid-mobility troop of the Republic of Northwest is not far from here."
