Fangzheng smiled when he heard that. From the looks of it, there was no need for him to do anything here. Therefore, he turned and walked out of the memorial hall.
At the same time, angry curses could be heard coming from behind. However, the most shocking thing was still the group's roars.
"Tojo! I'll bite you to death!"
"Tojo! You darn dog, I'll fight it out with you!"
"Tojo! I want your life!"
"Don't come over, ah…"
…
Fangzheng stood in front of the Memorial Hall of the Victims in the Nanjing Massacre and turned back to look at it. Not only did he not feel at ease, but his mood became even heavier. He still remembered what he had said before. He would work hard to make this history be known. At the same time, he would also prove to the world that this history was real. He would make sure the sinners were punished and the dead could rest in peace.
