A Polite Qianjie (Part 2)

"Get lost!"

Hearing Zhao's words, Qianjie gave a disdainful laugh and turned to leave the office. After all, his primary mission was to deal with the Ravenlock Family.

Clashing with the Black Branch members had been entirely incidental—it would not only waste time, but also increase Griseo's burden.

Zhao said, "Sir, you should still be more polite when dealing with others!"

"..."

Qianjie paused, then added, "Please, get lost!"

Zhao said, "..."

Watching the exchange between Zhao and Qianjie, Liuyin desperately pinched her own side, barely holding back her laughter. Her senior Little Zhao was known as TOPS's undefeated legend.

Yet this masked hero had actually managed to put her at a disadvantage.

What a polite person!

Well, polite, but not by much.

"Sir, Hartmann is already dead. Can't you stop now?" Suddenly, the aloof, regal woman beside Zhao spoke. She was Promia, the most taciturn adjudicator of the Black Branch.

"Why?"

Qianjie looked at Promia. He could sense that, in a certain sense, she was one of his kind.

"They caused the deaths of innocent little girls, one after another, just so they could cling to life a little longer."

"While family after family shattered, they wallowed in luxury and decadence, enjoying the warmth of their loved ones' embrace... A bunch of trash, scum, utterly deserving of death!"

Promia said, "..."

Perhaps Qianjie's presence was simply too heavy. His words directly rendered Promia speechless.

Killing to atone for sin, a life had to be repaid with a life?

She understood that logic. After all, she had once wanted to live that way. But her past had held her back, trapping her in the opposing debts of the living and the dead.

Promia believed in one saying: [I shall mourn for my Fate].

That day, the rain and the darkness