Standing in the dark corner of the room, Zhang Daxi was silent, lost in thought for a long time.
Everyone has their own opinions, judgments, and scrutiny of something, whether right or wrong.
The room was pitch-black and gloomy, while outside it was bright and blood-red; there was no place to find peace in this world.
It was only the dead who could find peace.
Xu Chu's Sweat's eyes flickered with a red light, like a vicious wolf, and he lowered his voice, saying fiercely, "Are we still brothers?"
At this moment, Sun Xiaolin's call came from outside.
"Zhang Daxi, are you two ready? Meet downstairs in five minutes."
Zhang Daxi listened to the voice, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, right away, you go down first, we'll be right there."
The footsteps outside gradually faded, and silence returned around them.
Zhang Daxi looked at Xu Chu's Sweat squatting in the corner. The skin on his neck had turned muddy, like meat paste attached to the bones.
