"No... I don't want to die..."
"You can't kill me..."
Zhao Wenbin's face contorted madly, letting out a cry of despair.
Chu Yang's gaze was cold and merciless as he looked at Zhao Wenbin, "When you say such words, have you ever thought about those people who were burned alive, how much pain and despair they suffered before they died?"
Zhao Wenbin shouted at Chu Yang, "But they're already dead."
"So many people have died, do you still have to kill more?"
Chu Yang laughed angrily in response, "Their deaths were a deliberate act by you, they died at your hands."
"Not only did you feel no guilt or remorse after their deaths, but you also desperately covered up the evidence. You deserve to die even more."
Zhao Wenbin's expression was crazed, "They're dead, whatever you say is useless, there's nothing that can be done anymore."
"I can give them money, a lot of money."
