He came back from Dubai driving a luxury car worth hundreds of millions and angrily accused me of being a money digger. He asked me condescendingly if I ever regretted looking down on others. At that time, I was saying goodbye to my parents and preparing to embark on the peacekeeping front line. Later, I held a gun and shot at his door, watching calmly as countless red dots fell on his forehead. He asked me hoarsely why I never looked directly at him and why I opposed him over and over again. I pointed to the national flag on my chest and said nothing. I admit that I look down on others, but you, a traitor, really don't deserve it.
