Gao Hong stared at Yang Chen, a hateful light flickering in his eyes.
"Do you hate me?" Yang Chen stared at Gao Hong.
"Yes!" Gao Hong replied coldly.
Yang Chen couldn't help but sigh.
Gao Hong was a stubborn person, like a mule.
Five years had passed, yet Gao Hong still couldn't let it go.
"Have you found all the people from back then?" Yang Chen asked.
"Found them!" Gao Hong lowered his head, an icy and malicious light glimmered in his eyes as he said viciously, "I chopped them up, one by one, like slaughtering pigs, almost threw them in the pot to stew!"
Yang Chen sighed and asked, "And then?"
"And then?" Gao Hong sneered, "Then I surrendered myself. I know these people were just small fry, all were being controlled. But I had no connections, no intel, and knew venomous snakes like them were everywhere. Before I found them, I had already clashed with our own people, I thought it unnecessary, so I surrendered myself."
