"Even the youngest of us is over seventy years old, and the oldest is over a hundred and thirty. We all know what Huaxia was like decades ago. At that time, there were only four hundred million, maybe even less, now there are one and a half billion people. Losing a mere hundred thousand or so is insignificant…" Paused for a second, the elderly in the late stages of Innate said indifferently.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Finally, the countdown to the demolition of the Qingyun Building began.
Tens of millions of netizens across the country were watching this video.
Lin Yun was staring closely at the video, cold light flashing in his eyes, anger welling up in his heart.
Though he had decided to abandon the Qingyun Building, the sight of it about to be blown up stirred fury inside him.