"Selling out the country, traitor, that's you," Liu Mou thought as soon as he heard the name Benchuan Chuanqi. His first reaction was the tragedy Huaxia suffered during the RB invasion, such a dark chapter in history. Hadn't the RB inflicted enough damage on Huaxia? And yet, there were still people from Huaxia who served them.
"Yes, yes, I admit it, I have wronged the people of Huaxia, I have wronged you all. Please don't kill me, please don't kill me." He was truly scared, and Liu Mou, looking into his frightened, weak eyes, simply couldn't bring himself to kill the man.
Liu Mou clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the policeman but couldn't bring himself to strike. Suddenly, he sighed, stood up, and looking far off towards the mountains, said in a despondent voice, "You can go. I won't kill you, but you must do something worthwhile for the country."
