The man's tattered clothes were ripped apart, and his skin scraped against sharp gravel, leaving several bloody gashes.
The man's screams, the enforcers' savage laughter, and his wife's wails intertwined beneath the night sky.
An Xiaotong's hand clenched into a fist, a flash of killing intent passing over her cool face.
Xiao Yi gripped his sword hilt tightly, the veins on his hand bulging.
Li You pressed down on Xiao Yi's hand and shook his head solemnly. "War is the selfish desire of those in power, but it is also an inferno for ordinary people.
"You can't save them all. The only solution now is to overthrow the Steel Brotherhood. Only then will these people have a chance to live."
The Chief Judge watched the scene before him with profound eyes, his tone inscrutable. "The thrones of those at the top can be overturned, and the old order can be torn apart, but the brutality, selfishness, and bullying of the weak deep within human nature will not collapse along with any regime."
Bai Ye looked at the three of them, as if he were seeing three different outlooks on life.
One was a heroic swordsman who drew his blade when he saw injustice. One was a revolutionary who considered the bigger picture and wanted to overthrow the rulers. The last was a pessimist about human nature, believing that even if the regime were toppled, history would merely repeat itself in the end.
"Brother Ye..." Xiao Yi looked at Bai Ye, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
"You guys." Bai Ye sighed helplessly. "You're really too rigid. Life isn't a multiple-choice question where you can only pick A, B, or C."
He patted the Chief Judge, whose face was full of solemnity. "I'll leave it to you, Old Fang. Make those