Massacre of a City (2)

Jiang Yuheng's tone remained calm, but the certainty in his words was such that no one dared oppose him.

Wang Dong'er lay on his lap. After remaining silent for a long while, she finally smiled and said, "That works."

"After all, those bastards from the Holy Spirit Cult have done more than enough evil. Forget massacring a city—even if every last one of them died, we shouldn't so much as blink."

"I support you on this, but on the condition that you absolutely do not harm any innocent civilians."

Jiang Yuheng lowered his head and kissed her cheek. "I know. Anger hasn't taken over my mind. I simply feel that doing this will make things simpler."

"How does that saying go? Killing is the best way to stop killing. If we don't let those bastards take a slap, they won't know what pain is."

Jiang Yuheng's words also represented the fact that his killing was far from over. Instead, he intended to exterminate them completely.

Wang Dong'er helplessly shook her head. "Sigh, the Holy Spirit Cult really did this to themselves."

"We've already gone this far, so is there anything Yuhao and I can help with?"

Jiang Yuheng was just about to refuse when Wang Dong'er accurately anticipated his thoughts and stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth.

"What I want to hear isn't 'no!' It's 'yes.'"

"Don't forget, I'm your partner, and I'm also a formidable Titled Douluo. You need my strength."

Jiang Yuheng chewed the steamed bun. The dusky blue in his expression had already faded, replaced by the black eyes Wang Dong'er knew best, along with an indescribable helplessness.

"If you agree, nod. In any case, even if you don't, I'm going with you. You can't stop me." Wang Dong'er began acting shamelessly.

She knew that Jiang