Good People Are Bullied

Fernan had no shame at all—he had sent someone to beg for handouts.

"Give us some, Mister Ji, please, give us some!"

But how much could Ji Jue give?

No matter how much he gave, it would be useless!

Regardless of how much he provided, not a single grain of rice would end up in the mouths of those truly starving. It would only turn into wisps of froth in this frenzy of soaring food prices. Ji Jue even suspected that these vermin's stockpiles were truly depleted, or whether they simply refused to take them out—or perhaps... they couldn't take them out at all?!

All along, he had thought he could not overestimate just how ramshackle Seven Cities was, nor could he overestimate the abilities of these wastes of space. Yet reality always slapped him across the face, again and again and again.

The facts proved that he truly could not comprehend the sheer stupidity of these insects!

Even in a place like Luo Island, under Paradise's complete supervision, so much trash still dared to commit crimes in the face of the storm. What about the other city-states? Thinking of it more grimly, by the time the masters remembered to inspect the stockpiles, they would probably already be empty enough to race horses through!

When I first arrived, every last one of you was screaming that an indescribable monster had come ashore from Elephant Isle. And now you actually had the nerve to send someone before me and say, "Excuse me, Mister Ji, please save Seven Cities?"

I'll save your fucking ass.

All you trash can go die!

Unfortunately, no matter how fierce the storm, this worthless trash would most likely not die. The ones who would die were the poor with nothing and the laborers at the bottom.

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