I had thought Lü Zhengxian was the most depraved person in the world.
Only now did I realize there were plenty of people even more depraved than him.
There was simply no limit to how low these people could sink.
"You already killed Du Yunting, then brought him back to life?"
I asked, "Just to put pressure on me? To make an example of him?"
He nodded without speaking.
"You staged that car crash to kill those four sisters just to resurrect Du Yunting?"
"Yes..."
The man said, "Besides those four sisters, we also killed three other people."
Holding back my anger, I continued, "What about the other people in the crash? They weren't born on the Ghost Festival. Surely you had some reason for killing them?"
He shook his head. "There wasn't any reason. They were just collateral damage, buried along with those four sisters. That would intimidate you too. But it wasn't our idea. Our superiors told us to do it."
Wang Jun couldn't help cursing. "Are you out of your fucking minds?"
The man said nothing, remaining silent.
I asked again, "How many more accomplices do you have at that abandoned opera house you mentioned?"
His answer was just what I had guessed. There really weren't many-only one.
He and his accomplice had carried out many missions. As they saw it, if not for their instinctive fear of death, they would have loved to die on this mission, then be resurrected by their superiors as someone rich and powerful.
I sighed and patted his face. "Impressive. You people are really something."
An hour later, we arrived near the abandoned opera house.
After getting out of the car, we took out some rope and tied the man up.
He was every bit as afraid of dying now as