The tone in Dong Hui's narration was filled with sighs, leaving Lin Miao with mixed emotions.
"So you ended up fighting amongst yourselves."
"The higher-ups decided it was necessary to fight; if we didn't, we would have torn each other apart mentally. No matter which path we took, there could only be one voice, and too many people were watching us at that time. If we didn't act, it's possible they would have made the first move."
"But we were lucky at that time; those corporations didn't have the chance to intervene. They ended up fighting among themselves, for two or three decades without a pause. The world was left in chaos, and no one had the attention to spare for us."
"So who won in the end?"
Lin Miao's question brought an awkward smile to Dong Hui's face.
"Of course, everyone lost. How could there be a winner in such a war? But at least the remnants of the island were wiped out, which counts as the only good news."
"What does this have to do with me?"
