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Chen Tao felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head as he slowly opened his eyes, his mind buzzing.
A familiar loud voice echoed from above him, "Oh, you're awake?"
It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, almost as if he had been drinking heavily. He recalled what had happened before he lost consciousness. With a hand pressed against the back of his head, he sat up slightly and looked around, realizing he was in A Gang's room.
A Gang was sitting at his desk, drinking without a hint of anger. "You've really improved quickly; it's no fun fighting you anymore."
Chen Tao didn’t know how to respond. In hindsight, it was indeed inappropriate. During this time, both Song Qiao and A Gang had given him plenty of guidance in martial arts, which had allowed him to grow stronger rapidly. As a result, he had defeated both A Gang and Song Qiao.
After he lost consciousness, A Gang had carried him back to this room for recovery. Reflecting on it all, Chen Tao felt that he had not acted honorably.
A Gang glanced at Chen Tao's expression and understood what the young man was thinking. "Don't take it to heart. You don't need to feel guilty or anything; neither Old Song nor I are bothered by it."
He continued, "Besides, it has to do with you not being able to hurt His Highness. If you had managed to injure him even slightly, you would already be reporting to the underworld."
Mentioning His Highness made Chen Tao's expression darken. "I'm sorry."
Aside from those two words, he didn’t know what else to say to A Gang. He never expected that even after mastering the century-old Zhen Qi himself, he still wouldn’t be a match for His Highness.
Had he made a mistake?
Xu Lie, Song Qiao, and A Gang had all treated him well. He was willing to let go of his hatred towards Bai Yu Men and abandon revenge, yet it had turned out like this.
But just thinking about the countless suffering tribesmen in Fortune Land who were exploited like him—who were also human—made it hard for him to reconcile.
A Gang raised his wine jug high and took a swig, letting out a satisfied breath before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "You're such a stubborn fool."
"I really don’t understand how you think. His Highness is fighting for the people of Da Qian and for our descendants' future; you still have objections?"
When Chen Tao fell silent, A Gang continued disdainfully, "But the Fortress Barbarians are human too!"
A Gang scoffed and tossed the wine jug over to Chen Tao, who caught it deftly. A Gang sneered at him, "I don’t think about so much."
"I only know that His Highness promised us that by helping the Barbarians, my children and their children will never have to worry about food or safety; they will live happily."
"Otherwise, if those wastelands in Fortune Land are left for the people of Da Qian to cultivate themselves, wouldn’t our descendants have to do the same?"
Rather than that, it would be better to let those Barbarians do the rough work.
The prince was right; what was that saying? In this world, interests? Or something like that?
Ah, I can't quite remember. Anyway, the prince once said that good things are limited. If others have more, I will have less. If others have less, then I can have more.
That's basically the idea. If the Barbarians have fewer good things, then we, the people of Da Qian, will have more good things, and our descendants will enjoy a better life.
The suffering of the Barbarians? What does it have to do with me?
Chen Tao felt a mix of emotions and took a swig of alcohol. But everyone is human; how can we...
"Stop rambling!" A Gang impatiently got up. "Why didn't you talk so much before? Just lie there and take care of your injuries; I'm not waiting on you anymore."
As he walked out, he muttered curses under his breath: "Those without children don't understand how good the prince is. Who would oppose such important matters for future generations? Only a fool would."
Watching A Gang leave, Chen Tao truly didn't know what else to say. He simply drank alone until he fell asleep again.
After staying in A Gang's place for a few days and barely recovering, Chen Tao could no longer lie down. He felt like one of Xia Cheng's common folk who would hang salted fish at their door; if he didn't get out and move around, he would truly turn into dried fish himself.
Compared to before, Xia Cheng hadn't changed much at all.
But when Chen Tao walked to the dock, he realized what it meant for things to change with each passing day.
Xiacheng Dock had become the center of all maritime trade, with merchant ships coming and going in an endless stream.
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