"Too filthy, without a single moment of hesitation."
Fu Qingjun muttered, "Luckily, I was clever enough to decay first before they could decay again. I struck first, turned them into my subordinates for surveillance, and dealt them a blow. Otherwise, these old schemers would secretly defect, and I'd be in the dark about how I died."
Indeed, their conscience flared up, their passion rekindled, but it was just a temporary impulse, a flash in the pan.
They genuinely tried hard to be good people, to be heroes again, not slaughtering their close friends,
After all, if given a choice, who would want this?
But as soon as they faced imminent death, they immediately thought of sacrificing their old friends again, learning to decay like they did in the old days, truly soft-boned, unable to harden.
