"It's finally time to discuss the important matter."
Chu Dazhuang thought to himself, maintaining a calm exterior. Then, he chuckled softly and stretched out his hand, palm facing Prince John. His mouth curled up slightly, and then he looked up at Prince John.
"Whether I forgive you will depend on your own performance."
After these words, Prince John trembled, his lips quivering uncontrollably. Although they'd engaged in this sort of business behind closed doors many times, they hadn't felt the slightest guilt. On the contrary, they felt quite proud. But now, with Chu Dazhuang standing there, they were rendered speechless.
Ultimately, they knew that what they were doing was wrong. Once, they thought that in Uganda, they were as supreme as the heavens, as gods! But now, with Chu Dazhuang, the True God, standing there, they could not hide anything, only tremble more.
