Chen Yu turned off the TV, lying on the couch, his gaze blankly fixed on the ceiling.
Truth be told, he didn't have much of an impression of this clown. To him, aside from being a somewhat troublesome rule-based evil spirit, there was nothing noteworthy about it. Even dealing with it wasn't much of a challenge for Chen Yu; with the aid of high-tech support from the Radiant Federation, the clown was like a joke.
But now, seeing those victims in anguish, Chen Yu knew that among the one hundred and forty-six victims the clown had killed, these people were once dearly loved by others.
"Tsk," Chen Yu sat up. The growth of the Radiant Federation relied on hatred for demons--because of this hatred, the various intelligent races had cast aside their prejudices and differences and resolutely united.
Chen Yu had seen many tragic victims, but no matter how many he encountered, his heart was always troubled by the suffering of others.
