No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1620: One Sentence Per Person

Wayne Lane was well aware of this, so at this moment, he was negotiating with her only as Wayne Lane.

"No matter whether it is with your strength or the strength of the wanderers, the imperial forces stand no chance, dragging this out will only cause unnecessary damage. The royal family has made a decision, even if it means sending everyone to their deaths, the entire royal family must be preserved."

Royal power is supreme, and the common people below are but ants.

The death of ants naturally concerns no one.

How ridiculous, two sides in battle, yet having to beg the enemy to show mercy to preserve the lives of the innocents.

Hannah was not surprised by this, as the royal family had acted this way a hundred years ago.

Stirring public opinion, using it up, and discarding it; it’s pitiful that those people were misled by those empty words, resulting in blind confidence.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"The people of the academy are innocent, and so are those of the empire, they..."

"Wayne Lane." Hannah interrupted him, her smile largely fading, "You seem to have forgotten, a hundred years ago, many people wanted me dead, and they were among them."

Those online comments, the cursing during demonstrations, the verbal insults, and the hostile looks.

Not just directed at her, but also at the entire Mecha Team Six.

Twenty-eight people, they dedicated their lives and loyalty to the empire, yet received nothing but endless curses, cursing that to this day has not stopped.

Wayne Lane fell silent for a moment before he could only say, "They were being used."

"Just being used?" Hannah sighed, "In this age of developed information, it is a mistake to release statements without clarifying the truth of the matter."

She slightly curled her lips, seeing Wayne Lane’s furrowed brow, and added, "Of course, everyone is capable of hurting others, whether by cursing or stabbing, it’s up to you, but one thing, if you hurt others, be prepared for others to seek revenge."

Hannah stood up straight, pulling out the long sword from the ground, and walked step by step forward, finally stopping in front of Wayne Lane, "If it was just any ordinary person who died because of their cursing, they would just say it serves them right. Unfortunately for them, they are up against me."

Across the internet, or even when accompanied by others, holding the notion that the law does not address the crowd, the sense of guilt gets diluted, eventually turning into a kind of heroic honor of "eliminating evil for the sake of fame."

Each of their words forms a long sword, mercilessly piercing the heart of the victim.

Killing someone, yet it turns out to be a good deed.

"They were just deceived by the royal family." Wayne Lane stuck to his statement.

Hannah stood in front of him, saying melodiously: "A good person, if he does something bad just before death, all his past deeds can be negated, but if a bad person does something good, he is praised for turning over a new leaf. Wayne Lane, what do you think?"

"Hannah, your real enemies should be the royal family, not..."

Watching Hannah suddenly closing in, right in front of him, Wayne Lane’s remaining words were overwhelmed by the fierce beating of his heart.

The long sword, close to his ear, was thrust into the tree trunk behind him, the blade sharp and exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Even though Hannah was a bit shorter, at this moment, Wayne Lane felt as if he was the one being suppressed, looking at the person in front of him, unconsciously bending down.

Facing her, because of the past events, and because of...