"Did you kill them all?" Elder Yu asked in astonishment.
He truly did not mind Feng Jun killing people, but wasn't this a bit too excessive? "At least dozens of people have gone missing recently."
Feng Jun nodded. "More or less."
That was practically an admission—he had definitely killed a double-digit number of people.
Elder Yu was somewhat unable to remain calm. He would not say things like, "Some of them didn't deserve to die," or "You should at least leave a couple of witnesses alive."
"What do I need witnesses for?" Feng Jun shot him a strange look. "I wasn't planning to file a lawsuit. They didn't follow normal procedures, so I certainly won't either. There weren't many good people among them anyway. Why keep them around for the holidays?"
In truth, he had not killed everyone involved. Even that brat who had released the poison gas canister had merely been handed over to Second Monk, beaten viciously, then hung from a tree overnight—if your parents would not discipline you, then society would do it for them.
When he said "all of them," he meant those who had not been released—them, he had definitely killed.
Elder Yu was taken aback by his words, then nodded. "That's true. You weren't planning to go to court..."
When he dealt with traitors in the past, he did not follow legal procedures either. This line of reasoning was hardly unfamiliar to him.
So he changed the subject. "What was that poison you were hit with? It actually managed to poison you?"
Hearing that, Feng Jun turned his head and looked Elder Yu up and down. "Let me make this clear in advance. If I'm prepared, poison can't get to me."
"What nonsense are you thinking?" Elder Yu shook his head with a laugh,