Netherworld stood up, stretching his muscles lightly, and sneered: "Does anyone really think that something like Ancient God's Blood can be bought with money? Scholar once said, when an individual masters violence, order itself becomes a joke. Money, then, becomes the least valuable thing."
"No one truly loves money. What people truly love is freedom."
He gazed into the pitch-black sea, his deep eyes filled with yearning and madness: "In the real world, money can bring freedom. But when order collapses, only violence can make you free."
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The water in the sink gushed noisily.
Gu Jianlin had just stepped out of the bathroom, the bloodstains on his body washed clean, and he had changed into a fresh suit. Unfortunately, it was one provided by You Ying Group for the candidates, mostly generic sizes, and not particularly well-fitting.
Beside him was a black hard-shell case, faintly exuding a trace of blood scent.
This was the Moonstone Heart.
