The veins on Gao Chuang's forehead were like two venomous snakes burrowing into his skull, about to flee from his temples.
Yet this look of having no other choice only made Meng Chao feel more disappointed and disgusted.
"What about everyone else?"
Meng Chao said coldly, "Those other children of poor families—your comrades who once fought shoulder to shoulder with you, shared life and death with you, and even sacrificed their own lives to save you.
"When you were stirring up storms in the black market, when you sold them the Gene Serum they desperately needed at four, five, seven, eight, even more than ten times the price, had you ever considered their feelings or their circumstances?
"Like you, they were scarred all over in the Monster War. Many of them were left with lifelong, irreversible hidden injuries.
"Like you, in the dead of night, they hurt so badly they rolled across the floor, forced to trade away all their savings for ointments, potions, pills, and serums.
"Like you, they had no distinguished family to rely on. They could only fight and gamble with their lives using their own two hands.
"You, on the other hand, relied on hoarding and price manipulation to live the life you wanted—dressed in fine clothes, feasting on rich food, rising above the crowd. What about them? Did they deserve to be butchered by you in the black market like lambs and Pig-Dogs?
"You should know that the people paying sky-high prices for Gene Serum in the black market might well be the comrades who once fought beside you, crammed into the same narrow cave to eat, drink, shit, and piss, lay hidden in the same swamp for three days and nights, and faced the surging Beast Tide with you.
"How could you bear to