They had once suffered bitterly under Yuan Batian and his lackeys. Now, seeing with their own eyes those once-lofty bullies receive the punishment they deserved, the resentment in their hearts burst forth like floodwaters breaching a dam, turning into endless satisfaction and relief.
The crowd surged in like a tide, surrounding Yuan Batian and his lackeys. Every face was filled with anger and vindication.
Their trembling fingers pointed at Yuan Batian, their voices shrill with excitement. "Evil begets evil! So you have this day too! Look at yourselves now—you're worse than dogs!"
"Yuan Batian, you utterly wicked bastard! Do you know that your crimes are too numerous to record? Retribution never fails, and now you have finally fallen this low!"
An old man's eyes flashed with tears. Though his voice trembled, every word rang loud and firm, as if he wanted to pour out all the hatred he had bottled up over the years.
"And you lackeys! You used Yuan Batian's influence to commit every kind of evil. Now that he's fallen, don't think you'll get off easy either! Just wait to go to Hell with him!"
A young man shouted indignantly.
Chang Wei and Esdeath had no interest in watching any longer. They left as soon as they pleased, leisurely continuing their tour of Hangzhou City.
Killing Yuan Batian was out of the question. Chang Wei had said he would satisfy Yuan Batian—if he said he would carve him up, then he would carve him up. Carving him up and killing him were two different things.
Besides, those commoners were only fierce with their insults. They would never dare lay a hand on Yuan Batian. His old father, a high-ranking court official permanently stationed in the Capital City, was not someone to provoke. It would be bad if