"Chu Dazhuang, don't stand on your moral high ground and accuse me."
"Everyone can accuse me, but not you."
Nicholas muttered, a bitter smile emerging from his lips.
He couldn't understand, if they were all directly called scoundrels, then why was it only Nicholas?
He lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling, pondering for a long time without coming up with an answer.
His wounds had already been healed by Chu Dazhuang using Pupil Skill.
It wasn't out of pity. On the contrary, Chu Dazhuang would rather he died right now, instantly—that would be best!
It was just that Chu Dazhuang worried Nicholas might simply die from losing too much blood.
When the police arrived later, that would be difficult to explain.
Chu Dazhuang sat on the sofa, Qing Qing raising his eyes to look at Nicholas.
"Even if you're silent now, don't think you're some noble person."
Nicholas continued his verbal offensive and even let out a couple of loud laughs at this point.
