[The money is concentrated in my hands so that I can build schools, run businesses, solve employment issues, and seek welfare for the people. Haven't I done enough good in Rakshasa City over these years?]
On this matter, he hadn't lied; a considerable part of Chen Shanhe's income went to charity, and he had never defaulted on a cent of taxes.
Lin Mo's lips curled with cold laughter, no longer wanting to listen to Chen Shanhe's twisted arguments: [Elder Mr. Chen, you truly are one of a kind. I'll repeat it once more, the Abyss does not like friends like you, and there is no possibility of reconciliation between us.]
[You'd better enjoy your remaining days, however few they are. Who knows when they might come to an end.]
Chen Shanhe retorted, [Mr. Abyss, I could say the same to you. Who knows, maybe you will end up in hell sooner than this old man.]
Lin Mo did not pick up on that remark.
He simply hung up the phone.
