"Brother Chen, you really are decisive in everything you do."
"If you say you won't save them, then you won't save them."
"But I really didn't expect you to finish them off, too."
Lin Xiaozhong looked at Chen Changan with a very complicated expression. He didn't know much about Chen Changan.
But from the way Chen Changan had acted after entering the Hidden Dragon Abyss, it was clear he was decisive and ruthless when he struck.
Chen Changan's refusal to save them didn't seem like a problem to Lin Xiaozhong, but he'd never expected Chen Changan to finish them off at the last moment.
He had slaughtered every one of them.
"Didn't you notice that, at the end, they were trying to lure all those dragons over to us?"
"Ever heard of redirecting disaster toward someone else?"
"If I didn't kill them, should I let them stay and bring trouble down on me?"
"Those dragons might not pose any threat to me, but their actions have earned them death."
"I've never been a good person."
"Don't mistake me for one," Chen Changan said calmly.
Hearing Chen Changan's words, Lin Xiaozhong furrowed his brow.
"I thought they were just coming over to ask for help."
"Ask for help?"
"After I'd already refused, they still ran toward us. They had only one goal: drag us down with them, or force me to act."
"Otherwise, there's plenty of space here. Which way couldn't they have run? Why did they have to head straight for us?"
"Where have you been spending all those hundreds of thousands of years? How can you not see something this obvious?"
Even if Lin Xiaozhong wasn't some heaven-blessed genius, he'd certainly lived long enough, hadn't he?
He'd been alive for hundreds of thousands of years, yet sometimes Lin Xiaozhong