Listening to Sainsai's lofty declaration, so full of solemnity and gravity, Weimeng lowered his head and said nothing.
For a moment, the scene was utterly silent.
Seeing this, Sainsai waited in place for several seconds before slowly lowering his arms and continuing in a cold tone:
"I've said everything I wanted to say, so I no longer have the patience to stand here with you."
"If you still intend to play dumb and keep stalling for time..."
"Then next, I can only grant you the most mediocre form of 'salvation'—by murder."
Faced with Sainsai's threat, Weimeng remained completely unmoved.
The Rat Master Hunter lowered his head in silence, his fists clenched tight. His formerly straight back began to tremble slightly.
However, the source of that trembling was neither fear nor despair. It was anger.
An unvarnished anger, pure to the utmost extreme.
When Weimeng raised his face again, his pair of dark gray eyes, blazing with rage and hatred, met Sainsai's gaze head-on.
"You just compared 'killing people' to 'saving' them?"
"You beasts of the Delight Theater, wearing human skin—over the centuries, just how many acts that defied heaven and extinguished humanity have you committed?"
"How many innocent people have fallen into your hands, treated like toys for your amusement, cruelly tortured, and ultimately left to die without even a whole corpse in their despair—or lose their minds, forget themselves, and completely degenerate into your lackeys?"
"Those commoners buried by history. Those unknown natives. And those hunters whose minds you ravaged, whom you ambushed, poisoned, and brutally slaughtered."
"Their mountains of bones are all irrefutable proof of your ugliness."
"And now, you're telling me that these acts were instead meant to save them?"
"Hehehe..."
"I truly cannot imagine it..."
"Even now, you still have the nerve to portray yourself as