Speaking was Yu Tan; he did not consider himself a good person, having done the worst thing imaginable—deceiving some naive girls and then patting his butt and walking away.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this was also an extremely evil act, the kind that would get one spat on when walking down the street!
Yet, faced with the scene before him, he was still deeply shocked.
This was not just an ordinary crime anymore; it was a complete moral decay, a utter loss of humanity!
Even being thrown into the eighteenth level of Hell would not be too much!
Mingshu took a slow breath, her throat raw from the abrasion.
The sound of the wind grew louder, as if it were silently accusing these overwhelming atrocities.
The group did not linger above for long.
Zhui Ying found a teahouse and broke through the door; on the tables inside lay an array of tea bowls that had not yet been cleared away, and on the counter, a thick ledger was flipped open to a page, forever stalled on that very spot.
