He had completed a task he had always wanted to do but never had the time or opportunity for; however, Yang Yi didn't feel much elation. He simply felt as if he had effortlessly accomplished a trivial matter, hardly worth any joy.
But looking at Park Ji-yi, who, despite not having much blood on him, appeared to be in a living hell, Yang Yi felt a rather satisfying pleasure.
Being able to rid the world of some garbage, to eliminate some scum, could indeed be quite pleasurable.
Park Ji-yi's sobbing was not particularly heart-wrenching, but it was especially despairing. He had been held too high by others over the years, so much so that he had inflated to the point of losing sight of who he was. Now, after coming across a group of people who completely trampled him underfoot, Park Ji-yi realized that he was actually nothing.
