Bab 201: 197 The Talking Bush

In the pitch-black night, a line of dark figures reached the exterior wall of Great Tang Group's Factory No. 1. Signaling to each other by moonlight, they scattered and crept towards their respective targets.

The young Orc Prince, carrying a Longsword, scaled the courtyard wall with the help of several subordinates, then understood why he felt the night was exceptionally bright.

The factory was wastefully illuminated deep into the night, though it was unclear how many candles were lit inside the plant.

He was extremely envious of such luxury and equally jealous of the Kingdom that had the wealth and technology to own a factory like this.

If the Orc race had such a factory, his Gales Kingdom wouldn't have been destroyed, and might even have triumphed in the war with the Poplar Kingdom.

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as what-ifs in this world; his Kingdom had now become history, and he was not here to be astonished but rather to destroy everything.