Conrad remained silent.
He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his gray-black eyes deeply staring at Chen Lun.
After a while.
"Who do you want to kill?"
The King of Slaughter asked once more.
Chen Lun looked calm, slowly uttering a name from his mouth:
"Sun King, Andre Tresor."
Conrad seemed unsurprised, he pondered for a moment.
"Are you pitying the common people of the Empire?"
The King of Slaughter raised his eyelids, drank his wine, and said faintly:
"Pure justice or sympathy is worthless in this world; it will only get you killed..."
"It's not because of so-called justice."
Chen Lun shook his head, calmly looking at Conrad.
"It's just that their plight made me understand some things..."
He relaxed his body, slowly leaning against the soft sofa, his tone peaceful, as if merely narrating an insignificant matter:
