"Do you even know what you're saying? Are you crazy? How could you come up with something like this?"
Xiao Si looked at the young man with blonde hair with an unfamiliar gaze, and covered the parts of his body that were still faintly aching, slowly widening the distance between himself and the young man.
"Xiao Liu, don't be like this; you're becoming really frightening." Xiao Si stared straight at Xiao Liu, seeing that Xiao Liu still had no intention of giving up, he couldn't help but speak up again.
"What's so frightening about it? Isn't this just a normal thing? It's not like we haven't found replacements before. Why the act now? Don't make that face, as if I'm scum and you're all so clean." Xiao Liu looked down at his already twisted and swollen index finger, speaking in a gloomy tone.
"It's not the same; what we used to do didn't involve taking lives." As the pain on the Boss's body gradually faded away, his back, which he had been unable to straighten, now stood up straight.
