"Chen Changan!"
"You've got some nerve."
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Chen Shaojie cried out in agony on the ground, his gaze fixed on Chen Changan, brimming with murderous intent.
Whoosh!
Yet in the next instant, Chen Changan remained calm as he raised his sword and brought it down, severing Chen Shaojie's other arm.
"Do you think you can kill me?"
The icy voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell made Chen Shaojie panic completely.
He had known all along that he wouldn't escape his fate today. His death had been set in stone.
But he had never imagined he would die so miserably.
What was more, from Chen Changan's gaze, he could tell that Chen Changan had no intention of letting him die quickly and painlessly.
"Changan, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."
"Give me a chance. Please, give me a chance to make things right."
"I'm begging you, spare me."
"I really know I was wrong."
"All I killed was a maid. Do you really have to do this over a maid?"
Hearing Chen Shaojie's words, Chen Changan gave a cold laugh. A maid?
Was she really just a maid?
"Those who make mistakes want a chance to turn over a new leaf, while those who never did wrong must sleep beneath the earth forever."
"Tell me, what kind of logic is that?"
"You tell me, what kind of logic is that?" Chen Changan asked coldly.
Clearly, no one present really understood what Chen Changan meant.
What logic was there to understand?
This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. She was just a maid. So what if he killed her?
Logic?
Fists were logic. Strength was logic.
"Chen Changan, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"You'd