There was more to the world than fighting and killing; there were relationships and social niceties to navigate, too. Compared to Gao Ming, whose approach was simply to charge in, the much older Zhang Mingli was far more measured. During his time dismembered and sealed away, he had also learned to compromise and bargain.
As long as he achieved his ultimate goal, the process did not matter.
"If Zhang Mingli had spoken with Lord Tang beforehand, then sending me to deliver a birthday gift wasn't necessarily sending me to my death." Gao Ming knew that Zhang Mingli had been left with nothing but malice at the time. On top of that, he had a bitter feud with Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals, and Gao Ming had been posing as a Tester. Given all that, there had been nothing wrong with what Zhang Mingli had done.
"Don't go getting sentimental. That Zhang Mingli is no saint either. There isn't a single good person in this town. The good ones were eaten long ago." Fu Shu hurried to speak, afraid Gao Ming might form some mistaken impression of Zhang Mingli.
"So in your eyes, everything in this nightmare is filthy?" Bai Huang did not have a particularly good impression of Fu Shu. "The world you see really does depend on the eyes you look at it with."
"You're right. I'm a bastard too. Dreamfold Town is a bastard of a place that I created. If I had another chance to start over, I'd absolutely destroy it." Fu Shu's words left Bai Huang unsure how to respond.
"Stop arguing. Watch the show with me." Gao Ming stopped Bai Huang and Fu Shu from bickering. Divine statues faintly emerged in his eyes as he observed the area around the Nine-Story Spirit Shrine from afar.
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