Fortunately, Mr. Jing and Grandma Jing were illiterate and thus unharmed. If the old couple could read, could they have endured the pressure from such public scorn? Jing Shu's fists were already clenching, her knuckles cracking.
Being cursed at by tens of thousands of people—how many could endure it?
Jing Shu had returned from the apocalypse covered in wounds; she was not one for pretense and lived by a single creed.
Take life and death lightly; if you don't like it, then fight!
Being bullied and waiting until the apocalypse to kill them for satisfaction wasn't Jing Shu's style. She preferred to immediately see the undisguisable hatred in their eyes, even as they were forced to kneel and beg for mercy.
