"Justice?"
Jing Zhengtang froze.
You couldn't blame him. Anyone who heard the word "justice" from their elder brother would react the same way—it was like a cigarette factory putting firecrackers in cigarettes to help people quit through physical means, a profiteer giving away his entire fortune to disaster relief, or human traffickers setting up a missing-children fund. It left people utterly baffled.
There was no way to connect Jing Zhengwei with the word "justice," but if there were, it should have been in the format of, "For the sake of justice, Jing Zhengwei, you must die."
But Jing Zhengtang soon understood. "The justice you speak of, Big Brother—is it the justice of the Jing Family?"
Le Yu had thought he could fool his third brother with a casual remark, but after thinking it over, his head filled with black lines.
What kind of place was the Jing Family? A den of villains.
The Jing Family's justice was naturally the justice of villains.
Le Yu did not dwell on such details, however. Instead, he asked, "Then what do you think, Third Brother? What I say may not be the truth, but what I do is real. Whatever my purpose, you've already decided that the Jing Family is the 'sacrifice' I'm going to offer."
"What your wife said is right. You should pretend you know nothing and leave. Whether you contact others and unite against me, or think about your own escape route, either is fine. Since you've come to confront me in private, I need you to make your position clear."
"Stand by and watch? Protect yourself? Or... support me?"
Jing Zhengtang was silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "I'm a little desperate to pee..."
Le Yu knew what he intended to do the moment he saw him raise his