"Did I… mess things up?"
The night was still filled with the aura of ruins and death.
The flames dissipated, but the heat still spread out, but this night was still cold, bone-chilling.
Kang De sat on the ruins, his voice low as he looked at the ground.
Kang Jinzhu's heart skipped a beat as he slowly walked forward. "You've already done enough…"
Kang De said calmly, "If I listened to you and did not rashly pursue and save those Burmese, if I did not continue to pursue and save those two British after saving those Burmese, if I did not step into this city, if I did not interfere in the matters here, if I did not save the king, if I immediately left Comoros after saving you… The people of this city would probably not have encountered today's incident."
He moved his gaze and looked at the black and charred little child lying not far away.
"Did I… mess things up?"