"It doesn't matter. I've heard that everyone captured by Chaotianzhai bandits eventually meets their death. You fear people disclosing the location of Chaotianzhai, so you always silence them by killing them. That's your typical trick. Since their fate is to die, why should I care that much?"
Anan's reply was quite indifferent, and Xi Mei found herself liking this man more and more.
Everybody said that Xi Mei was ruthless, not only robbing wealth and raping but also taking lives. But she never cared about such claims; she loved this way of life. In this hideout, who didn't have blood on their hands? She had the most! In this trade, benevolence and morality had long been left behind; she lived for the present.
