Not long ago, Li Chen said:
For the people he wants to protect, he is willing to become a monster.
"Not just a monster, even if I turn into a demon steeped in slaughter, so what? Isn't this world just like that?"
Seeing the smile on Li Chen's face, for some reason, Goatee Fatso suddenly felt a bad premonition.
It was as if a chill was silently creeping into his heart.
"What are you smiling about?"
Looking at Li Chen, the fat man shouted loudly, as if to bolster his own courage.
"Nothing. I just think you've probably misunderstood something," Li Chen replied, tilting his head slightly. "It's true that I'm meddling in this matter, but the person I want to kill is not her."
Li Chen glanced at An Qin behind him, then turned his gaze to the crowd around him: "The ones I want to kill… are all of you!"
"Arrogant!"
"You think you can take on everyone here by yourself? Do you not even know how vast heaven is and how foolish your ambitions are?"
