Chapter 671 You no longer have the right to negotiate.
Chapter 671 You no longer have the right to negotiate.
Construction has already begun on the Divine Realm side, while Miracle, on the other hand, is rubbing his temples with a headache.
He reached out and poked the girl's face in the photo, his eyes filled with a tenderness he had never shown before.
"Tell me... if I break my promise this time, will you cry? But then again, you're still just a little girl."
"A miracle, you really have changed. Was it that couple who influenced you?"
Miracle raised his hand and slammed the photo down, coldly replying to the person behind him.
"I don't recall inviting you here. This could be considered trespassing."
"What are you saying? By seniority, I am your elder."
"elder?"
Miracle scoffed coldly
"I don't even have parents, so where would I get elders from?"
"You! How could you have such an attitude? If my older brother and the others hadn't taken you in, you would be dead already!"
Miracle lit a cigarette by himself.
"Then you should think about who abandoned me. If they hadn't taken me in, I'd probably be living a better life now."
"Better than now? What makes it better than now?! Don't forget who brought all this to you."
The person behind him was furious.
"Of course it's myself. Otherwise, could it be that cold-blooded couple?"
Miracle turned around, her eyes filled with disgust and hatred as she looked at him.
Logically, he shouldn't have done that.
Such a direct expression of emotions
Thinking of this, he suppressed his emotions and regained his usual indifferent expression.
"You need to understand that all of this was given to you by your parents. Not only do you not know how to be grateful, you even killed them with your own hands. Tell me, where are their ashes?"
The man seemed unwilling to waste any more words with him.
Miracle casually flicked the ash from his cigarette.
"Gratitude? Gratitude for what? Gratitude for turning me into an emotionless monster? Or gratitude for turning me into a human-shaped cold weapon?"
"Since you're so eager to know the whereabouts of that couple, I'll reluctantly tell you."
He held a cigarette in one hand, his other arm casually draped over the table behind him, and spoke with an almost cruel tone.
"They... I've already reduced them to ashes."
"I dumped them into a septic tank, but I blew that tank up a long time ago."
"So, their ashes are long gone."
After speaking, he flicked the ash from his cigarette, which drifted down to the ground.
"How could you do this! They are your biological parents, the ones who gave you a second life! How could you treat them like this?"
"Why not? My second life is built on the lives of countless children they have harmed. Only when they go down to atone for their sins can I live with a clear conscience."
"They deserve to die."
"Human experimentation should have been stopped indefinitely long ago."
"And you should go down and atone for your sins."
He stood up, threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his foot, raised his hand, and pulled out the Black Night Gun—its dark muzzle pointed directly at him.
"Originally, I hadn't planned on doing anything to you, but you shouldn't have had any improper thoughts about those two people."
The man hurriedly took a few steps back.
Aren't you afraid I'll tell them everything about you?
Aren't you afraid I'll grind you to dust right now?
Miracle's understated question
"Think carefully. If you continue to anger me now, you won't even be able to leave through this door."
Seeing the miracle closing in, the man finally panicked.
He had initially thought that after spending so much time with the couple, a miracle had occurred—some emotion had sprouted from a cold machine.
He shouldn't be too cruel.
However, he overlooked one thing.
Specific emotions only exist in specific people.
"What...what exactly do you want? For my sake, as your elder, please let me go. I promise I won't cause them any trouble, just let me go."
"You no longer have the right to negotiate."
The next moment, gunshots rang out, and the person in front of him fell into a pool of blood.
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