"How many soldiers do we still have left?"
Clark asked while holding the phone that Tyler had just delivered using his clone.
"Sir, no one! Every single soldier has been used to forcefully take away those people."
A soldier replied with a helpless tone.
"Sir, why are we taking away those arrogant guys? If they don't listen, why don't we just let them stay here?"
Clark could understand his resentment. Those families had become a parasite for the country under the influence of the prime minister.
Because of this, their lifestyle and their attitude towards serving the country weren't exactly good.
The soldiers were right to resent these families.
"Soldier, do you think this is the end of our country?"
Clark asked.
The soldier stood there stunned. He quickly shook his head.
"No, sir!"
"Then, with the death of five hundred of our Masters, we have no choice but to rely on them in the future."
