Hearing Jiang Che's message, he was only briefly distracted before quickly regaining his composure.
Because he'd had this premonition for a long time.
There were too many humans; in this world, all creatures obey the survival laws of natural selection.
Lately, he was very busy. His dungeon was the first to abandon regular expansion—in fact, everything in this city now existed for the sake of cramming in more people. Every inch of land beneath their feet had its significance.
The city was now truly divided in layers, though construction had only just started on the second layer.
Leng Feng handled business every day, almost never leaving the small conference room.
There was always someone coming in to update him on the latest progress.
They were all his own people. Any non-essential information was kept only within the circle—after all, their greatest secret was being seeds of Dark Star.
