"They're all dead?" Elder Yu was stunned.
He didn't mind Feng Jun killing people, but wiping out this many was a bit over the line, wasn't it? "Recently, at least dozens have gone missing."
Feng Jun nodded. "That's about right."
That was his way of acknowledging it—yes, I've definitely killed a two-digit number of people.
Elder Yu started to lose his calm. He wasn't going to say something like "not everyone deserves to die," but he did caution, "You should've at least spared a couple of witnesses."
"What for?" Feng Jun gave him a strange look. "It's not like I'm planning to take this to court. They didn't follow procedures, so why should I? And let's face it, there weren't many good people among them. What, spare them so they can celebrate New Year's?"
