Records of the Old King

The reporter held out a microphone. “Sir, what do you think of the Seeders, who are going around causing damage?”

Zheng Hu put down the statement form. “Ahem. We’re all human, so I think we should love one another and build a friendly society together.”

The reporter pointed outside the shop. “But a Seeder stole your electric scooter.”

Zheng Hu picked up the statement form and drew a long saber from it, glaring furiously.

“Then he has earned his death.”