If I let you go, who will let me go? Baldy, what grudges does my master have with you? You should seek him out, not burden me with your hatred while working for Black Demon. This truly frustrates me; if I don't kill you, I can't be at peace."
Tang Rao said it, Baldy's fate was sealed in Tang Rao's hands.
He never should have stood against Wu Suowei, never should have told Black Demon he hated Tang Rao. Everyone who hated Tang Rao ended up dead, while those with Tang Rao thrived.
When someone chooses the wrong path, the darkness they face is endless.
"Purple Crystal Beast, we should go back!"
Tang Rao pulled out a handgun and shot Baldy point-blank in the head.
Pop pop pop!
Brain matter burst, splattering red and white everywhere. This sight was no longer unusual to Tang Rao, who wasn't disgusted; he even lingered a bit, as if admiring a rare work of art.
"Purple Crystal Beast, what do you think people ponder before they die? Is it liberation or greed?"
