(Self-righteous moralists, stay away. Go easy on a newcomer. Decisive and ruthless, not a bleeding heart.) A certain man clutching his family heirloom jade pendant said coldly, “Zhao Yingtian, today is the day you go to hell.”
The man who had traveled back through time watched Zhao Yingtian get blown to pieces by a mushroom cloud and laughed out loud.
“Zhao Yingtian, wasn’t the firework I gave you beautiful?”
The delivery guy looked coldly at the people killed by the advanced technology he had brought back from the apocalypse.
“He’s just a rich guy. What gives him the right to act tough in front of me?”
In his rented apartment, Zhao Yingtian watched people with the same name as him get tortured and killed in all sorts of ways, then commented,
“Let me handle them. They’re all trash.”
