"Why are you here again?" Ah Xing looked rather helplessly at the person in front of him, who had appeared countless times. Initially, he could remember a few faces, but as the number of people he had severely injured grew, he gradually mixed them up. Now, he couldn't identify who was actually blocking him.
"Do you all really need me dead to be satisfied?" He spread his hands and looked at them with an expression of helplessness. Despite the murderous intent brewing in his heart, Ah Xing was still trying his best to restrain it. He didn't want to indiscriminately kill; he knew that if he did, these people wouldn't just stand there and listen to him—they'd directly rush over and tear him apart.
