When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, the familiar ceiling greeted him.
Mm... That had been a really comfortable sleep...
Fang Zheng yawned. Yesterday had been quite exhausting, and those coffee shop people had been a real nuisance. What he hadn't expected was that the owner of that coffee shop had actually been the One-Eyed King's father—only after Fang Zheng killed him did the second shackle on his wrist shatter. Then Fang Zheng had gone home, yawning, and gone straight to sleep.
As for the Ghoul corpses from that coffee shop... naturally, he had burned them all to ashes.
Honestly, what left Fang Zheng most speechless was that they had actually tried to reason with him. What kind of joke was that? Did reasoning mean they got to eat people? Or that they would stop eating people?
During the fight, those people had kept insisting that they merely longed to live alongside humans, but... they were all talk and no action.
When Fang Zheng had asked what efforts they had made in order to coexist with humans, that blue-haired girl had proudly said that, so she could eat with her friends, she had worked hard to learn how not to throw up while eating with others... Fang Zheng had been utterly speechless.
This was the effort you were so proud of? Then go die.
If they had been working on a way for Ghouls not to eat humans, or researching food to replace human flesh, Fang Zheng might have spared their lives. But aside from doing their best to disguise themselves and avoid exposure, they had practically done nothing to coexist with humanity.
Then there was no point in letting you live.
Go die.
Anyone could spout pretty words, just like chanting slogans, but actually making them happen was nowhere