"Zhang Tao agreed to our demands, but it was a limited agreement."
Standing in front of the catalyst furnace of the newly completed nitric acid production line, Lei Jie spoke to Chen Jian:
"This kid is really not a good person—He Shuo's judgment was correct, he indeed plans to use monsters to balance us."
"They don't want us or the Beast Tide to win; they want both sides to suffer under limited intervention."
"Driving the tiger to swallow the wolf, what he wants to do is no different from what Jin Cheng wanted to do before."
"It's just that he might do it in a more covert way, or perhaps more... gently?"
"Indeed."
Chen Jian nodded.
"Once you are in the position of a Saint, all predetermined conditions cease to be effective."
"We originally thought Zhang Tao would be a revolutionary, but it turns out that power and status have corrupted him just the same."
