Even his own half-brother, he killed him so decisively.
Su Zhentian slowly took a deep breath, opened his eyes, his gaze calm, as if the twelve people lying on the ground had nothing to do with him.
"Those who accomplish great deeds do not fuss over trifles. For the sake of the entire Su Family, the death of some relatives, though painful to the skin, must not cause any hesitation."
Su Zhentian looked out the window with a deep gaze, murmuring as if talking to himself, yet seemingly speaking to Lin Hai.
"Wanjing, you may never be able to accept my views, nor understand me. I don't blame you. One day when you sit in my position, you will know that historically benevolence and righteousness have only harmed others; morality and justice have never been truly upheld."
Su Wanjing bit her red lips, silent. Her father's words sometimes seemed too extreme.
Lin Hai, on the other hand, was indifferent; after all, he had seen his fair share of deception, betrayal, and slaughter.
