On top of the newly built Wall that served as a perimeter for people from the Pit, Gerald was at the edge, about to jump off to the other side. But before he could do so, a voice called for him from behind.
"...Where are you going?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," Gerald let out a short sigh as he glanced towards the owner of the voice, Xinyan.
"You're leaving just like that?" Xinyan added, "Are you not going to take revenge against the Circle for putting you here?"
"Ha? I put myself here," Gerald snarled, "And I could care less about those freaks. The only thing they're good for is that my father hated them."
"...You're Gerald Lauder, right?" Xinyan once again voiced out before Gerald could do anything, "The son of the richest man in this country, known even in China. Why would you let go of all of that by killing your father?"
"...How is that any of your business again?" Gerald could not help but click his tongue.
