Men Po lay on the ground, like a tattered rag doll, seemingly on the brink of death at any moment.
Taotie looked at Meng Po disdainfully, curled his lip, and turned to Tom and Unhappy: "What are you two still waiting for? Hurry up and settle old scores. If this Old Witch dies, there'll be no chance left. If you want revenge, you'd better wait for your next life."
Tom shook his head. "Just kill her."
"She's already suffered enough punishment."
Tom, unlike Taotie, wasn't without a bottom line.
Deep down, he was still a gentleman.
Even if his hatred for Meng Po had reached its peak,
he still couldn't bring himself to harm an elderly person, on the brink of death, who was utterly defenseless.
This wasn't about Tom being saintly; it was about his principles.
If Meng Po hadn't been tormented so miserably by Taotie, Tom would certainly have acted.
He'd repay the humiliation he'd suffered a hundredfold.
Make Meng Po regret being born human.
