After a long interval, Feng Jun returned to Lower Dragon City.
He had already made up his mind: if anyone else foolishly stuck their head out, he would kill them outright—right or wrong had nothing to do with it. He simply wasn't in the mood.
This change in mindset might have had something to do with how he had felt recently: I refuse to treat those people like ants, yet nobody seems grateful. Some even take it for granted. There's really no point in being the good guy.
Fortunately, nothing he had imagined happened. No one was watching Chen Jiu, and even the number of cameras had been greatly reduced.
So he arrived at the hospital that night. Chen Jiu was sitting alone in a newly built pavilion, drinking.
Feng Jun emerged from a distant corner and slowly approached. A lackey nearby poked his head out, seemingly intending to stop him, but after recognizing his face, he promptly retreated.
Feng Jun entered the pavilion and sighed softly. "I didn't expect to see you again. I thought that was the end of it."
"I was in the wrong." Chen Jiu raised the bottle in his hand and gave Feng Jun a slight nod, then gulped it all down in one go. "I disappointed you, but... I didn't want this either. I can only say that this is the inevitable tragedy of little people."
The bottle in his hand had an alcohol content slightly higher than beer in the Blue Star Realm and held around four hundred milliliters. The Federation's Human Race was slightly stronger physically than Blue Star people, but draining it in one breath still showed considerable sincerity.
Feng Jun sat down, opened another bottle, and took a casual sip. "You have less nerve than He Runxian."
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