Putting on a show
Great Demon Li hadn't taken anything, that much was true. But whether the two Demonesses had "helped themselves" to a thing or two, he had no idea.
The Glazed Heart wasn't active anyway, and there was no point in turning it on. It was a pain—the kind of pain that made your head spin. Even Heaven didn't listen to ordinary people's endless chatter every moment of every day, whether it mattered or not. Great Demon Li certainly wasn't going to. Did he really need to pay attention to a few ants greeting one another?
Ever since he'd learned how to turn off the Glazed Heart, he'd switched it off without a second thought. The whole world had gone quiet at once!
Oh! Yeah!
When it came to a Demoness, could you really call it "helping herself"?
She'd even "helped herself" to the packaging. There hadn't been an inventory in the first place, so naturally, nothing was missing.
Without evidence, even the toughest police officer, the most professional lawyer, and the most responsible judge were all just for show.
The freedom to judge by personal conviction was as dead and buried as an old coffin lid. Unless you meant to overturn the entire system, there was no digging it back up.
If the law were whatever someone could declare with a wag of the tongue, that would be true lawlessness—and the whole world would be in chaos.
No point in talking about it. To save time, they might as well put on a show!
Little Demoness Hong Li was like Li Bai: she considered money beneath her and hadn't touched a thing.
Qingyao Demoness, though, hadn't held back. She'd grabbed a fistful of Baroque-style necklaces and stuffed them into her Storage Dragon Scale, then picked up a