"Me too, I don't know what happened! He's got psychic-type abilities; he must have made me do it!"
"Yes, yes, it was all their doing. I'm a victim too, sir. I really need that food; the virus has already infected a third of me. If I don't reduce it, I'll turn into a zombie! Sir, please, I don't want to die."
"Please, sir, forgive me. I was misled! Punish me however you like—hit me, scold me, anything. I have kids at home, they need food, sir!"
But no matter how much they begged, no matter how they tried to appeal to his heart, or even knelt down in remorse, Kim Haru remained unmoved.
People should pay for their actions.
Seeing Kim Haru's cold expression, one person finally snapped: "Kim Haru, you're heartless! We've all begged you, and you're really this ruthless? If we turn into zombies and die, it'll be your fault!"
"Yeah! If I do turn, the first one I'm biting is you! You think you're some kind of savior? You cold-blooded monster!"
