Although he no longer asked those maddening questions, the effect was still the same.
"Here, no one can judge me."
"I am not guilty."
Zhou Shaohua enunciated each word, and the last four words were probably added because he remembered the surveillance camera overhead.
Fu Zili laughed, returning to his true nature, his smile exuding a bandit-like air.
He said softly:
"Whether you are guilty or not, it's not up to you to say, it's not up to me to say, not even your aunt's words count anymore."
"Shut up! You peasant!"
"The power you hold, it's us whom you see as peasants who granted it to you. You live a good life by feeding off our blood and flesh, yet you turn around and insult us.
You all deserve to die."
Fu Zili's voice grew softer, yet the murderous intent in his eyes was chilling.
Zhou Shaohua involuntarily shivered.
Yes.
The bones buried under his feet were countless, Fan Wanli was one among them, but he would never get his own hands dirty.
