Some people live for hatred.
Fang La seems to be one of them.
How can you make someone consumed by hatred let go of it?
Du Zijun looked at Fang La's expression and said slowly, "Shen Yue is somewhat beyond our expectations, but if he uses some kind of rationale to reform Fang La, he would be no different than a hypocrite."
Councilor Cheng and the others slowly nodded, even Smith showed agreement.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
This is the rule of the mundane world!
Shakyamuni could feed his body to a tiger, but ordinary people cannot. You cannot impose Shakyamuni's standards on the world. The issue with Confucius' theories is—he hopes everyone is as virtuous as he is, but ordinary people cannot live up to that.
Shen Yue looked at Fang La, who burned like fire, and suddenly said, "I have a question I want to ask you."
Fang La, guarded, replied, "You may ask." The subtext being, "I may not answer."
