As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Cheng suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Xuan Zhen as he leaned closer.
"Clang-clang-clang—"
The chains binding him clattered wildly due to his violent movents.
The poisonous spikes embedded in his Spiritual Body seed to burrow deeper, bringing waves of tearing pain.
"So, are you surprised?"
Xuan Zhen looked at Fang Cheng’s reaction with great satisfaction, as if appreciating a caged prey struggling desperately but helplessly.
"Heh..."
He let out a low, pleased chuckle:
"What kind of expression is that? Is it anger, or disbelief?"
Clearly, his previous claim of being a purist idealist, a betrayed victim, was all a pack of lies.
That posture full of righteous indignation and compassion, from top to bottom, was just an act.
Because he was one of those traitors!
Watching Fang Cheng clench his fists, eager to punch him, Xuan Zhen grinned:
"Young man, don’t be too impulsive. As your elder, I’ve already been very considerate of you, the junior."
"Such an important secret is known to only a few within the organization, no outsiders. You hearing it directly from my mouth, you could say you’re dying with aning."
He laughed heartily, words laced with mockery:
"You should know, over these hundred years, countless people have fallen unknowingly by my hand, not even aware of how they died, just becoming wronged and ignorant ghosts."
"Compared to that, you’re truly blessed and lucky!"
Fang Cheng ceased his futile struggles, breathing heavily, his voice sowhat hoarse:
"So, the witnesses involved in the Guangwu Gate shooting case back then, and the Special Search Team investigators... were all killed by you?"
"Can’t say all of them, but I was involved, enough to be one of the main executors."
Xuan Zhen glanced at the tightening chains, full of poisonous spikes on Fang Cheng, seemingly very satisfied with his handiwork, not anxious at all.
He walked leisurely, hands behind his back, in front of the altar, speaking slowly:
"Let think carefully... During the turmoil seventeen years ago, those who died by my hands included ddling bystanders, self-important witnesses, foolish cops, and a few ungrateful Special Search Team investigators... probably around a dozen or so."
He shook his head in feigned distress:
"Ah, getting old, can’t quite rember how I squashed these troubleso bugs."
"Oh, right."
Xuan Zhen suddenly clapped his hands as if recalling sothing amusing:
"Among them were two organization mbers who had a good relationship with your father."
Saying this, he licked his lips, his crimson eyes full of cruel reminiscence:
"I still rember clearly how I killed them, one was a journalist who thought he had so incredible evidence..."
"I just manipulated his body, making him walk to the window ledge of a thirty-story apartnt and then... ’snap,’ he fell into minced at."
"Bones crushed, flesh and blood scattered, tsk tsk, what a grueso scene."
"And the other one..."
He narrowed his eyes, continuing:
"Was at ho, I made him kick away the stool, putting his neck in the noose."
"Because, I liked hearing the ’creak, creak’ sound his trachea made when strangled, he struggled for a whole quarter of an hour before suffocating..."
"Ah, can’t bla for being cruel."
Xuan Zhen spread his hands, sighing with an innocent face:
"They were obstructive and, after knowing our plan, insisted on interfering and publicizing."
"I could only make them appear to ’commit suicide out of guilt,’ cleaning out these rotten apples."
"Heh heh..."
At this point, he suddenly laughed sinisterly:
"If your father hadn’t died early, with his stubborn and unyielding nature, I’d probably have to personally put him out of his misery."
"If that were the case, both father and son would be sent off by , truly... just thinking about it feels marvelous."
Xuan Zhen finished speaking indulgently, turning to look at Fang Cheng, noticing his expression didn’t change much.
Or more accurately, seed... not angry enough.
At least didn’t show the expected gnashing teeth, eyes on fire, desperate for revenge.
Xuan Zhen felt a bit disappointed:
"Boy, what are you thinking? Isn’t this enough to make you angry?"
Fang Cheng lifted his head, his voice revealing little emotion:
"Weren’t you family within the sa organization, calling each other brothers and sisters? Why kill each other?"
"Haha... Hahahaha!"
Xuan Zhen, hearing this, seed as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing hard.
"Did you really believe the nonsense I said before?!"
He pointed at Fang Cheng, tears nearly streaming from laughter.
"What about no oppression, equality for everyone, everyone enjoying a happy life..."
"Such vague and empty things, only those naive and childish fools would revere them unquestioningly!"
Xuan Zhen’s laughter abruptly stopped, his face turning ferocious:
"That’s right! Our ’Ideal Land’s’ purpose is indeed to create a hopeful, wonderful world, but it has a premise—"
"In the New World, we mutants must hold absolute dominance, not those lowly mundane humans or greedy noble families."
"Can you imagine lions and lambs coexisting peacefully? Can you imagine wolves calling Hunting Dogs brothers?"
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