"Xiao Luo, d-did you kill all of them?"
Tang Wantian looked like she was in great pain as she faced Xiao Luo. She could still accept him massacring the Libyan rebel troops as they were trying to kill him, but what she saw now was beyond what she could morally accept. There were hundreds, and perhaps even thousands of corpses before her, and she could not fathom how cold-blooded and cruel a person must have been to be able to kill so many people at once. She was in awe of Xiao Luo's strength that he could take out so many opponents all by himself.
"This is war. If these rebels were not killed by me, they would be killed by their other enemies. There's no difference." Xiao Luo said coldly.
"No difference? You have killed them! Don't you have any remorse in your heart?" Tang Wantian shrieked. She stared at this man with fear, and in her eyes, he was no different from a demon.
