The men looked at Jiushu, scared out of wits.
MoQiu looked back at her, his eyes full of reproach.
They are probably going to fight on this once more.
The value of an individual and state is always a point of contention between herself and MoQiu.
Jiushu did not believe in kindness to others.
Sure, she will give a drop of water to a person dying of thirst in the desert, but she will not quibble if seven years of imprisonment is a strict punishment for unprovoked assault and battery.
Her answer for such questions is simple.
'Kill'.
This is the era of information non-processing. All these people with violent tempers will only get worse, not better.
Better to kill the bad guys early and clean the face of earth early.
That way, the world will become one iota safer as the day goes by.
Moreover, Jiushu has a clear idea about the areas here.
