Monarch Night Chapter 1247 - 27: Night Emperor Ghost Blade [Double Length]

Zhao Shanhe said powerlessly, "It’s really not that we are doing nothing, but... it’s really hard to defend against and impossible to catch them all! The stakes are too high, so high that people would rather risk death than not do it. You only see these gangs, but do you think all the neighbors and townsfolk of those missing children are innocent? Too many people have done utterly immoral things, and might go their whole lives without anyone knowing or being punished!"

"Fang Che, this is the world! It has always been like this! It’s never been flowers and smiles; it’s always blood-soaked! From ancient tis to now, to the future, to a limitless future, it’s the sa! Even without the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, it’s the sa!"

"Law, what is law? Law is the most basic surface-level behavioral constraint, and it can never deal with conscience! Law has never been justice, never been fairness! And it’s never been conscience!"

Zhao Shanhe said heavily, "Even if you have the Life and Death Order, you can’t truly achieve vengeance satisfaction, let alone ordinary people? We just do our best to prevent the dark and gray from assimilating this world, do what we can, do what we can."

"That’s all!"

"Like these over ninety thousand unclaid disabled children, maybe so of their parents have truly passed away, but have all the parents of over ninety thousand children died? Not one is alive? But when they see this child will beco a burden to the whole family, they simply refuse to recognize them, what can you do? You have the Life and Death Order, but what can you do to these people?"

Zhao Shanhe asked sharply.

Fang Che was silent.

After a long ti, he sighed lightly, not wanting to discuss this wearying problem any further.

Not in the mood for jokes, he said: "Are all these children’s injuries irreversible?"

"Yes."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Unless you pull out the most gentle kind, that can treat the Saint Level Origin, the top grade Heavenly Treasure, to restore... Their low-level bodies can’t bear the burden..."

Fang Che couldn’t help but sigh.

High-level gentle dicine can be handled, but low-level can’t, this remark, most people can’t understand, but he knows clearly.

But with that said, it basically ans no hope.

There’s not plenty of this dicine on the continent, many High-level Martial Artists are still lining up.

"These children should be able to move, right?" Fang Che asked, "I rember none of them are immobile."

"Of course. Those scumbags want them to go out begging, can’t move how does it work? If their legs can’t move, their arms can, if arms can’t, legs can."

Zhao Shanhe said, "But most have their joints basically destroyed."

Zhao Shanhe sighed, "That’s the situation."

"Money’s enough, right?" Fang Che asked.

"Money is currently sufficient, in fact, even the spoils from just these few days are an incredibly huge number."

"What about the site?"

"Chosen. Just like you said, directly take that place and tear down so of the houses."

Fang Che was at a loss for words: "You’re still completely following my plan to do this, without the slightest modification, then what do you need for? For money, you have it, for a place, you have it too, for people, you have that too. So what do you want to help you with?"

"Those killing pests aren’t so obedient, they still need you to be the principal..."

Zhao Shanhe said with a grin.

"Stop!"

Fang Che directly turned his head, glared with wide eyes; "General Zhao, this is too... You want to be the principal? ? Are you frigging sure?!"