I lowered my head and looked at Fang Jifan. All that remained in his eyes was despair.
He did not speak. I had no idea what he was thinking. I simply stood in the middle of these people, watching their venomous,
sorrowful, despairing, and furious
eyes, bearing it all until these people... lost their lives.
I stood there in a daze for quite some time, then let out a long breath of stale air. I turned and glanced at Long Bixian, who was already stunned, and Irene, who was still smiling.
"Let's go..."
I had given them my name, so their deaths were not undeserved. Before leaving, I had Little Black destroy all the electronic devices and had Tuanzi swallow them all.
That way, no one would know that I had given them my name... except the dead covering the ground.
Of course, if they wanted to complain or seek justice, they could only do so before the Ten Kings of Hell.
I turned around and climbed onto the motorcycle. When Long Bixian saw this, his eyes filled with shock. But soon, that expression faded.
He looked at me again,
his gaze filled with complicated emotions: sympathy, pity, confusion, and the faintest trace of anger. In the end, however, it all turned into a sigh.
Irene did not seem to feel anything about it. To her, a hundred or eighty people were nothing at all. After all, those who were not of my race would always harbor different intentions.
That saying actually had two meanings.
The first was that those who were not of my race would bare their fangs at my people.
The second was that different cultures led to different thoughts.
Both meanings suited Irene perfectly now.
Every decision of the insect race was made by her alone.