"But this time, just based on what they've produced, all the weapons and equipment supplied to them over the next three years will likely be allocated entirely to our Northern Military Region. As for after three years..."
Wang Qian gripped the rifle in his hands tightly and enunciated every word, "Blood debts must be paid in blood!"
"Blood debts?"
Sweeping his gaze over the drastically transformed Academy of Sciences, Su Mo paused, falling silent for a moment.
If he hadn't come here in person, he never would have imagined that the territory would devolve to such a state in the years since he left. The major factions had forcibly carved up the once-unified territory into several fractured pieces, constantly attacking one another.
The armed forces, which should have been collaborating in good faith, had fragmented into derivatives of several competing wills, each championing a different ideology.
