Li Zhiqian smiled, the curve of his mouth captivating, "That's why I fired ten shots, each one lethal. He died quickly and painlessly; that was the last thing I could do for him as a brother."
Xia Yangyang trembled all over.
She suddenly felt that the man in front of her, who looked so neat and proper, was not a human at all, but a devil.
Xia Yangyang barely managed to stand up, "Li Zhiqian, how can you even say such things? You're a beast. You killed our elder brother with your own hands; you've done so many evil deeds. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Li Zhiqian laughed coldly, "Retribution? If there really was such a thing in this world, then too many people would be dead by now. Retribution is just a cycle of cause and effect that one creates for oneself. I am the retribution of others. As for my own retribution, it doesn't matter. When it comes, I'll just endure it."
Xia Yangyang thought that Li Zhiqian was talking nonsense.
