Dragon Head said:
"They shouted about freedom, democracy, and human rights... then scalped their victims and treated the scalps as trophies, using them to tally their achievements and earn corresponding land, slaves, and livestock."
"Once the massacre was over, they popped champagne, held banquets, and celebrated the birth of a great nation."
"And this was the final hiding place of some Yindian people... Sadly, they ultimately failed to escape disaster. There were elderly people, children, women... but not a single person left this island alive."
Long Aotian's eating slowed.
His blood churned with rage, and his eyes burned with fury.
Zhao Ritian stopped eating altogether, pushed the food away, and wiped his mouth with the hem of his clothes. He was fuming.
Lu Chengwen drained the last of his wine.
"So you chose this place?"
"No."
Dragon Head said, "That rich man bought this island and discovered the ruins. He found them ominous. He felt his ancestors had been too cruel, and he was saddened and troubled by his conscience. So..."
Dragon Head smiled. "That very day, he went to Roli Island to enjoy himself, numbing himself with alcohol and women so he could forget that unpleasant past."
Bu Ersun said, "Why the hell are you rambling about this stuff with them? Nothing but useless nonsense! Did you hear what I said? Lu Chengwen has money—a whole lot of money! You captured them, so you should let me go! I'm worthless now. Other than luring my grandfather into bringing a hundred thousand celestial soldiers to retaliate, I'm completely useless. But Lu Chengwen is different. He's rich!"
Dragon Head turned his head and glanced over.
The Branch Master nodded, walked over, pushed open the door, went inside, grabbed Bu Ersun, and started beating him.
Bu Ersun howled like a slaughtered pig.