Shen Bingqing felt a sharp pain in her head. In her blurred vision, a pitch-black figure stood tall in front of her. Although she could not see his face clearly, the fierce aura and dark presence made her feel oppressed. This person was very familiar, but she couldn't recall...
"I'm giving you a chance to enjoy life, why meddle where you shouldn't?" his voice was low, carrying a cold breath.
"You planned the stampede, didn't you? And that unjustly dead woman's corpse, was that your doing too?! Why are you framing Long Chenxi? Sneaking around like this, does this count as a gentleman?"
"A gentleman? Hahaha... let me tell you, there's no such thing as a gentleman in this world. There are only those who are good at pretending to be good, and those who don't pretend to be bad. I'm the latter!"
"Why are you doing this to Long Chenxi? Using such underhanded means, do you realize you're harming many people?"
