C166 Heading North

When Chiang Le spoke, his voice lacked any particular fervor or profound sorrow—it was simply matter-of-fact.

For Chiang Le, he was merely stating a truth.

A truth as certain as nails hammered into a board.

This wasn't just rhetoric; it was what Chiang Le was poised to undertake.

To kill a man in his path, to kill a Buddha in his way, to fight a nation alone!

Anger, more than fiery passion