Carlos's words stunned Bill for a moment. Then he fell silent. Yeah, he was still a prisoner. What was the point of saying that to them? Strictly speaking, the fact that they had not killed him was already a tremendous courtesy.
He had never imagined that he would live this long.
And when he thought about it carefully, there was no way to blame Han Xiao. They had come to kill him, yet he had merely struck back and killed their people before releasing all the survivors.
If their positions were reversed, would he have let them go? No. Absolutely not.
As for those people dying afterward, was it Han Xiao's fault just because he had foreseen it? That would be fucking oversensitive.
He could also predict that everyone in the world would die a hundred years from now. Were they supposed to seek him out and fight him to the death over that?
Bill suddenly felt an indescribable sorrow. After thinking it over and over, the man he had wanted to kill seemed to be the one who had treated him best. This world was fucking ridiculous!
Seeing Bill fall silent, Jiang Yan Hai smiled. "I did foresee it, but they chose that path themselves. If they had left directly, the other side could not have killed them, right?"
"Whether they sought out the Rebel Army to kill me and avenge you, or to rescue you, the point is that they chose their own path. You can't blame me for it, right?"
"You make a fucking good point. So what exactly do you want? If you want to kill me, then shoot me already!" Bill fell silent for a moment before giving a bitter laugh and cursing.
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long