Gu Qiqi clenched her fists and stood motionlessly on the spot.
The broken screen was still replaying the bullet comments on the ground. The curses were especially glaring:
“F * ck, this is Gong Jue! This wild man is Gong Jue!”
“F * ck, our chief is a beast, a Killing Machine!”
“F * ck his legs, he killed our own people! How can such a beast machine be the chief of the Empire?”
“F * ck his grandson, it’s too scary. Our country’s most advanced science and technology is actually controlled by such a beast machine. What if one day he kills all of us?”
The barrage of questioning and scolding was especially vivid in front of the bloody scene at the end.
Ten years ago, he killed so many people in a wild manner. Ten years later, he was able to sit on the position of the gong group’s leader.
How terrifying!
Gong Jue, this black mark, could not be washed clean.
