But I have no choice but to do this.
Previously, in order to open my martial arts school on Martial Arts Street, I used despicable means to defeat Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao, the four schoolmasters. Although I was elated at the time, I have since been tormented with guilt and unable to eat or sleep.
After much deliberation, I've decided to end it all.
Throw my corpse in the mass grave.
This is my self-inflicted retribution.
Mu Bai's final words.
Yuanfeng Year 2, November
...
Looking at the awkwardly written letter, Jason's lips curled into a smirk.
Calling it a will would be inaccurate; it's more like a confession note.
"Interesting."
Jason murmured to himself.
Though he couldn't be certain just yet, Jason was highly confident that Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao, the four schoolmasters mentioned in the letter, had a significant link to "his" death.
As for framing someone?
If "he" hadn't died, then perhaps. It could have been a ploy to provoke conflicts on both sides.
