Five minutes later.
Beach.
Not a single person left standing.
"All right."
Tuoyin felt relieved, saying he would be the last to die, really the last one to die. A person raised a hand, aimed the gun at him, a soft pop, a pain in the heart, consciousness began to blur.
In front of his eyes.
Scenes flashed by.
Family.
Friends.
Enemies.
More were the innocent ones killed by him or Kovalro, men and women, old and young, hundreds, thousands, some faded from memory, now surged forth.
His life, considered to have no good ending, was probably not destined for heaven.
Only hell.
Is home.
Regret?
No.
Since birth, he knew his fate, Kovalro, like a giant beast, once grown, unstoppable, even if he wanted to mend his ways, death was the outcome.
No choice.
No matter how dark the way, he had to walk it.
Justice?
The weak can only hope, the strong can uphold it. Like Tang Qing, with god-like strength, only he could uphold so-called justice, but even he was forced by this world.
