Chapter 2766: No Need for More! A Hundred or So Left Is Enough!

All they wanted to do now was to flee this place of trouble as quickly as possible, but there was one rather laughable point: they bore the Wang family's mark on their bodies, and in their bones they were ultimately Wang family people.

So once they broke away from the collective, even if the authorities didn't come after them, Wang Canghai would find ways to purge these Wang family members, because he didn't know which of the remaining people possessed those unspeakable secrets, so he could only cast a wide net and eliminate everyone.

It was precisely the logic of "better to wrongly kill three thousand than let one slip through."

And faced with such a situation, once they left the Wang family, their fate was sealed. That was also why Mr. Wang had been striving so hard to secure the corresponding opportunity from Zhang Lin — he knew the only chance lay right before him, and he had no choice or room to argue; it was the one road he had to walk.

But now that the only road was blocked off too, so what Mr. Wang was thinking was to arrange a wave of clearing first, but this clearing was voluntary, just like Wang Cen clearing out his own ranks — he let those who wanted to leave go on their own, and the remainder would be absolutely loyal supporters.

Now Mr. Wang was doing the same, yet his trusted confidant shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"Mr. Wang, the people we have left now number only a few hundred. If we let them leave as they please, will the Wang family still be the Wang family with only a few dozen left?"

Mr. Wang smiled faintly and then said, "It won't come down to just a few dozen. As long as a hundred or two remain, for me right now that's already enough. Besides, the more people there are later, the more dangerous it may get. I want to lead the Wang family people to survive, not take everyone to their deaths!"

"Now is the time to test the Wang family people's loyalty. Of course, you don't need to tell them what I just said — just pass on those earlier words to them. Since they've chosen to betray me, or already have such thoughts in mind, then I won't keep people like that around anymore."

Actually, considering it from this angle, Mr. Wang wasn't wrong. Now Zhang Lin had hung up on him, meaning the last opening had been sealed off.

Of course, Mr. Wang still harbored that faint, slim hope. First, that by leading the remaining absolutely loyal Wang family members he might be able to blaze a new path, or find a place no one could discover and continue developing there — there was always some chance of that.

And another sliver of hope was that he felt Zhang Lin's side might have had some line trouble, so it wasn't a deliberate hang-up. On that premise, he could still hold onto the corresponding expectation.

Hoping for what would happen next, hoping that you would call back. But just how slim that hope was, he knew clearly in his own heart, so he had no choice but to reconsider everything that came next.

At the same time, he also recognized that some things really weren't as he had imagined, and this could be perfectly compared to Wang Canghai's way of thinking.

Wang Canghai had been self-conceited from the very start, believing all matters were under his control, that the pace of anything had to change with his changes, and that others simply had no chance to choose.

But in the end, Zhang Lin used reality to tell him that was nonsense — Wang Canghai couldn't secure any benefit from him.

These things also caused the present Wang Canghai to pay a price. Yet the moment Mr. Wang's thoughts reached this point, he felt a mix of amusement and helplessness inside, because every time he thought of Wang Canghai — his former master — he would associate him with a certain creature: the cockroach.

If at this moment someone could see into Mr. Wang's thoughts and know that he was imagining Wang Canghai as a cockroach, they would surely share his expression of amused helplessness — even Zhang Lin would be the same.

But Mr. Wang still couldn't suppress his thoughts, because the resemblance was truly too strong. Wang Canghai failed again and again yet could pick himself back up, like an unkillable cockroach, over and over.

Mr. Wang was also secretly muttering to himself: if it were him facing Wang Canghai, faced with such tenacity on the other's part, he probably would have given up long ago.

Because sometimes one must not only bow to reality but also believe in the Mandate of Heaven. Perhaps Wang Canghai's fate was woven into the Mandate itself, which was why he could stand up again and again. This led Mr. Wang into wild speculation. However, although Zhang Lin acknowledged that such a thing as the Mandate of Heaven existed,

even those emperors — few of them truly bore the Mandate of Heaven, let alone Wang Canghai. So Zhang Lin didn't pay much instinctive attention to such things.

Because Wang Canghai as a person was basically just that much. On that premise, Zhang Lin only needed to stick with his original plan to target Wang Canghai.

Looking back at the present, when this trusted subordinate received the corresponding order, his eyes were full of astonishment, and he wanted to persuade his absolute leader to abandon the previous order. The entire Wang family was now in disarray, and even if Mr. Wang wanted to turn back,

they were secretly criticizing him in their hearts for his earlier decisions. Based on this, if Mr. Wang now spoke these words, it would actually solve the problem of all their rebellion.

Because now no one wanted to take on this leadership or initiative — the Wang family was a scattered pile of sand. So all they wanted to do was flee this place, not secure any vested interests. But precisely because of this, the number of people who could ultimately stay was absolutely tiny.

When he said a few dozen, that was calculated, not spoken at random — from his angle, deducing the matter, it was indeed so. Those few dozen were absolutely trusted confidants.

And their ratio hadn't changed at all even during the escape. That was the truest reality. If any change had occurred among them, he would have reported to Mr. Wang at the first moment.

They were like a running car or steamship — they were the engine. As long as the engine had no problems, the other parts could maintain relatively normal operation. Conversely, once the engine broke down, no matter how fine the other parts were, they couldn't carry them forward.

But there was one big premise here: there couldn't be only one engine. The decision Mr. Wang was making now was privately dismantling all the parts.

Then the entire Wang family would now be left with just an engine made up of those few dozen. Although the calculation department could still operate normally, so what? It seemed to have no meaning, did it?

Afterward, whether it was the authorities or Zhang Lin, targeting them would only become easier. What he understood least was Mr. Wang's saying that a hundred or two could remain, or just a hundred-odd people.