People like this don't deserve an ounce of pity or compassion.
Unable to distinguish right from wrong, black from white—like the farmer and the snake, repaying kindness with betrayal. The best thing to do with people like this is to chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs.
No, no, no—someone like this probably has rotten flesh that even dogs would refuse to eat. People like this shouldn't exist in the world at all.
Di Mingjue, with his towering height—not bulky, but lean and muscular—and he works out regularly. When he committed to stomping down on his cousin's hand with all his strength, it really might leave his cousin permanently crippled.
Not only that, but he repeated the brutal act several times with relentless cruelty and a twisted sense of satisfaction. Wearing winter leather boots—imagine the force, the agonizing pain.
It seemed like only through tormenting this old bastard could he rid himself of the hatred festering in his chest.
