Lin Mo said reflectively, "Old Mr. Chen, I remember you also visited our village, and it was during a Spring Festival too."
"I wonder what you felt when you saw the note I left you?"
"Anger? Regret? Determination?"
"All kinds of expressions, perhaps?"
"And if I'm not mistaken, you probably disregarded it more than anything."
"After all, if our positions were switched, I guess I would feel the same as you."
"Just a loader—how could someone like that bring down you, who had become the Emperor of Rakshasa City?"
The truth always hurts the most.
Under Lin Mo's narration, Chen Shanhe's thoughts also involuntarily returned to a few years ago when he had sealed off East Sea City, with troops bearing down on Zhangzhuang Village.
Back then he was so full of vigor and although Lin Mo was annoying to him, it was just a bit bothersome at most; he never thought he would ultimately lose to Lin Mo.
He had people, status, and intelligence.
