Meng Chao looked on coldly as the middle-aged man confessed his crimes.
He had a very strange feeling in his heart.
Mankind had entered an information age with advanced technology and a flourishing culture, or even an interstellar age in a certain sense.
The various furnishings in the manor were also filled with a high-tech atmosphere.
The successors standing in front of him were clearly modern people who had received a new type of education.
However, their actions resembled those of ancient families from centuries ago or even thousands of years ago.
They would often say things like, "The family rules are in place. Father is allowed to do as he pleases."
From the sounds of it, be it Shen Yuanbao or the successors, no one had the intention of handing the matter over to the police or the Supernatural Tower. It did not matter even if a life was lost, or even if a life was at stake.
