The sound of screeching and begging for mercy seemed to resound near his ears.
Mo Xiaofei’s face became pale after calming down, then drew himself back involuntarily. He stopped as he bumped into the door of forklift that was raised in the air by a pneumatic elevator.
The falling Brother Quan and the students… They were bathed in blood and were on their last legs. If they couldn’t be rescued in time, their life would definitely end.
Mo Xiaofei found that he was covered in a cold sweat. After finishing venting his indignation, he was shocked to see this sort of bloody spectacle in front of his eyes.
“No…they deserve it. I was just punishing their wrongs.”
“Right! I was merely stopping them from committing other crimes.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“This world is much too unfair, I’m not wrong…” Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth, eyes turned sharper and then mumbled to himself, “Yes… I am doing good!”
