Seven or eight years ago, Sean Knight had received eighteen years of traditional Chinese education and was a fine young man. He wasn't exactly gentle, respectful, frugal, and compliant, but at least he possessed the virtues of kindness, bravery, and hard work.
When encountering those damned roadblockers, his first thought would have been to reason with others. If the other party didn't listen, then his first impulse would have been to call the police or something like that, and if all else failed, he would just avoid them and walk away.
Couldn't he simply avoid those he could not provoke?
But since he went to New York, he had been forced to adapt to the rules of the dark forest and the survival of the fittest.
So, although it was a case of dog-eat-dog since he had stolen the cultural relics that those people had looted, facing these guys with guns, Sean Knight ordered to open fire without feeling a shred of guilt.
Trash like them shouldn't even be alive in this world!
