No wonder those in power breed corruption so easily.
If Lucius wasn't careful, he could find himself sinking into such a feeling.
Lucius leaned in and whispered coldly into Van's ear,
"If it brings you any peace, I was never planning to let you live anyway. In other words, you were dead from the very start. Your little lie of omission never changed anything, so you can die in peace."
Of course, such a phrase naturally wouldn't bring Van any peace or solace; it only made him more unwilling, causing him to violently struggle and shake in his chair as blood ceaselessly poured out of his neck. Eventually, he tilted his head to the side and died.
The poor man died tragically, his eyes still wide open, filled with despair and hatred.
It was the look of a man who had died in agony and unwillingly.
Lucius saw the tragic sight and felt not even the slightest bit of pity.
The bomb Van had planted was truly vicious.
