Chapter 239
Seoul’s central business district.
“What a joke.” Jiang Lei frowned and withdrew his gaze from the car window.
High-rises lined both sides of the boulevard, some of which glinted strangely—the walls and windows were clearly the product of arcane technology; compared to China’s large cities, however, the level of technology and infrastructure was laughable.
Anyone halfway cultured could see the truth: Seoul was Korea’s poor imitation of China’s splendor.
“What is it?”
“Look for yourself.” Jiang Lei curled his lip and inclined his chin toward the window. “Is this all there is to Korea? If that’s so, then it remains but a shallow imitation of our great nation... Tsk. The harder Korea tries, the more it highlights its own incompetence and vain nature. When will its people learn?”
“What’s there to be surprised about? Koreans have never known their place.”
“Indeed. Remember five years ago? They even refused to unlatch their grubby hands from Lion’s Castle, even though it was China that kept it from the United States.”
“That’s right. If our seniors hadn’t kept the US players in check, Lion’s Castle would’ve swiftly fallen into their hands.”
“Hmph. They shamelessly benefited off the backs of our players.”
Jiang Lei’s frown deepened. He turned his eyes back to the window before sighing and shaking his head. “It’s my fault for having expectations. As for the past, there’s no use dwelling on it now. The world is filled with the ungrateful sort. All we can do is hold our heads high, knowing our Nation acted in the best interest of Asia.”
“Sigh. Well said. If not for us, the United States’ player base would’ve gained a foothold in Asia and slowly intervened in all our sovereignties, Korea’s not the least of which.”