In my impression, elderly people had always been kind and gentle.
They were the old men drinking tea and playing cards in the park, the old ladies dancing in the square.
But after meeting Seventh Master, I had gained a new definition of the elderly.
And now, more than twenty elderly people were throwing nearly thirty members of the organization into the black hole, one after another, as casually as slaughtering chickens and sheep.
No matter how those people begged, not one of them showed any mercy.
Even as they executed those people, their faces held nothing but contempt and indifference.
These elderly people were probably the ones who had helped Seventh Master bring down that organization all those years ago.
How formidable they had been back then. Now, like Seventh Master, they had all grown old.
Their clothes were no different from those of the old men drinking tea and playing cards in the park.
If there was any difference, perhaps it was that their hearts had lost none of their edge.
The nearly thirty people who had still been alive had now all been thrown into the black hole.
Du Yunting's people trembled at the sight. The moment Seventh Master turned to look at them, they all dropped to their knees without daring to hesitate.
"Masters, we're just employees!"
"We don't know how to do anything! We're not like them!"
"Masters, you're virtuous and merciful! Please spare us!"
Seventh Master walked over.
They reacted as though the King of Hell had come to claim their lives.
They really had no need to be so afraid. What they mainly feared was being thrown into that black hole.
"You're all Du Yunting's people."
Seventh Master showed no intention of attacking them. He merely threatened, "One day, Du Yunting will end