Chapter Forty-Three: Survival by Struggle!

The uptown dwellers enjoy 90 percent of the resources, while the populous downtown people receive only 10 percent of the resources, and at the same time have to bear the negative effects of the uptown development.

Every downtown person starts with a sense of self, and his mind is full of a problem.

Why could the uptowners be like this, while they could only bear the waste from the "advanced and civilized city"?

"You don't understand." Fang Ketu shook his head, this burly man, comparable to Duren, looked decadent at this time, "You don't understand the background of Shangcheng. ”

"Nine years ago, I led the people of Downtown to Uptown, and we pushed all the way to the Houses of Parliament. And then more than 10,000 of us were suppressed! There was a deep fear in Fang Ketu's eyes.

"More than 10,000 people! More than 10,000 advanced spirit envoys were suppressed by him alone and with one look! ”

"The gap is too big! It's true...... It's really too big! ”

"Who is he?" Su Xia frowned and asked.

Fang Ketu nine years ago was also a second-order, a strong man who suppressed the spirit master with his eyes......

"Jiang Nantian!"

Jiang Nantian, Chairman of Jiangtian Group...... Kang Joo-hyun's grandfather?

Su Xia's mind came to the information of Jiang Nantian.

Jiang Zhuhyun is a member of the Jiang family, but she is not a child of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhuhyun's grandfather is the younger brother of the contemporary Jiang family, and they are a side line with good strength.

Jiang Nantian is Jiang Zhuhyun's grandfather, and he is also the pillar of the entire Jiang family, the chairman of Jiangtian Group, the first speaker of the Songjiang Council, and one of the third-order spirit generals on the face of Songjiang in Shangcheng.

Spirits......

Su Xia, who had briefly ascended to this realm with the power of the guard, knew very well how terrifying the spirit general was.

Ten thousand people, even if it is 100,000 people, millions of people, as long as there is no spirit general of the same level, in the face of a spirit general standing at the apex of the astral boundary, they are all ants that can be erased at will.

"It seems you've heard of Jiang Nantian." Fang Ketu noticed Su Xia's mood change, and said with a wry smile, "Now do you understand why I am suppressing the people of Xiacheng?" The gap between the upper city and the lower city is too big. ”

"If you go down to the city, you will always be a rat in the gutter?" Su Xia was silent for a moment and asked.

"Li Xin, the reality is cruel, we always have to accept the facts." Fang Ketu said with a sigh.

"Why?" Su Xia suddenly had a fire burning in his heart, raised his head, and looked straight at Fang Ketu in front of him.

"Why do we have to accept reality?"

"With their fists big!" Fang Ketu was stung by Su Xia's gaze, and his voice suddenly increased.

"This is a world of the jungle! The fists of the people of the upper city are hard, so we must listen to their words! ”

"So you're like a shepherd who keeps the downtown people in captivity, tells them how powerful the uptown is, makes them recognize the reality, makes them take these injustices for granted, and makes them completely numb to become gutter rats in the uptown population?"

"I don't have a choice!" Fang Ketu's face turned red, "If we don't do this, we'll all die!" ”

"When the group of people nine years ago went from the lower city to the upper city, did they want to live?"

Fang Ketu was struck by lightning and stood in place in a daze.

Nine years ago, when they set foot in the realm of the upper city, they never thought about coming back alive.

At that time, they had only one belief, to go downtown!

Alive?

Is the current situation of the people of the lower city really alive?

Fang Ketu didn't know.

But in front of his eyes, he seemed to see those partners who fought side by side at the beginning, and everyone had a hard time, but when they were ready to ascend to the upper city, there was a light called hope in everyone's eyes.

But after he and King Chen reached an agreement, the light in their eyes disappeared.

These old fellows are dead, they are leaving, and by now, there is no one around him.

"I just want everyone to live......" Fang Ketu muttered.

"How long has it been since you've been in contact with the people of the lower city?" Su Xia suddenly asked.

Fang Ketu looked blankly at his young adopted son.

"Do they really want to live like this?"

"It's better to be alive than dead." Fang Ketu muttered and looked at Su Xia, "Li Xin, the leader is responsible, they chose me as the leader, and I will be responsible for them." ”

"I used to think that as long as I rushed to the upper city with the people of the lower city, our lives would improve, and the empire would take care of us."

"But we have nothing but corpses, homeless orphans, and an increasingly desolate lower city."

Fang Ketu's face gradually calmed down.

"I'm scared."

"Li Xin, I'm really scared."

"The gap between us and Uptown is too big, isn't it good to maintain the way we are? With the acquiescence of King Chen, the people of Shangcheng will not come to Xiacheng, and we have been at peace, isn't that good? ”

Fang Ketu's voice became smaller and smaller, looking at Su Xia, but it was more like saying to himself again.

Susha was silent.

Is there anything wrong with Funktu?

After that day nine years ago, Fonketu was no longer a pure changemaker, he saw the gap between the upper and lower cities, so he chose to survive.

As he said, it's better to be alive than dead.

Sandwiched between the upper and lower cities, he tries to act as a bridge between the upper and lower cities, keeping the upper and lower cities in a fragile balance.

He loved Downtown, and it was this love that made him choose to compromise.

Because he didn't want to see the bloodshed of the Lower City people again.

Su Xia exhaled, his eyes gradually calmed down, but the fire in his heart was burning more and more.

"You once said that you can only gain the respect of noble uptown people by punching them in the face and breaking the bridge of their tall noses."

"But now you have lost this heart."

Fang Ketu frowned.

"There are no winners in the war, Li Xin!"

"A city without war is always a loser!" Su Xia stood up, and the short man in his early sixties, who was in his early sixties, could only stand at eye level with Fang Ketu, who was sitting, but at this moment, his momentum was so strong that Fang Ketu couldn't help but feel in a trance.

"Fangketu! You are the leader of the lower city, the order of the lower city! But you can't change the haze, disgusting gas, and mutant water that can be found everywhere in the lower city! ”

"Yes! The people of the lower city are alive under your protection. They can't eat, they don't have enough clothes, and they have to breathe these poisonous gases that will kill them at any time every day, so they live! ”

"Tell me, shepherd of the upper city, what is the difference between a living lamb who will not see tomorrow at any time, and a lamb to the slaughter?"

Boom!

Fang Ketu stood up and stood in front of Su Xia like a wall.

"I have my troubles!"

"The bitterness of compromise?" Su Xia looked at Fang Ketu with cold eyes.

"The independence and rise of the lower city depends on itself! Respect is earned by yourself, not by others! ”

"Fangketu! I'm telling you! ”

"Survival through compromise is peace and death!"

"Survival through struggle leads to peace!"

"Peace is never sought, peace is made!"

Boom!

Su Xia smashed his fist on the solid wood tabletop, and the thin fist bones let out a fragile wail when they touched the solid wood tabletop, but the pain made the flame in Su Xia's heart burn more and more violently.

"One punch opens, lest a hundred punches come!"