In any case, it's about going against the mainstream.
If successful, one gains immense benefits, becomes a figurehead of the faction, and wins public support. If unsuccessful, one faces death.
"Are you saying?" Zhi Xin suddenly thought of something.
"We are not alone. There are many dissatisfied people. We need a massacre, led by someone highly respected and well-positioned to ignite emotions."
Song Lin said.
"That person is me?"
Zhi Xin's eyes gradually gleamed; he finally understood the implication.
He wasn't afraid of death; he'd been longing, even in his dreams, to charge up the mountain and perish together with those two.
This plan seemed extremely risky, as if tying certain people to a rack to roast—exactly what he envisioned.
Besides, he still held some value, and would likely survive this.
The two continued to discuss the plan in detail.
After concluding, Song Lin returned to the Donghua Jungle, preparing to capture that damned individual.
