Chapter 77: In Truth, I am a Good Person
The staccato rhythm of gunfire abruptly ended, and a chilling quiet fell over the room, casting a ghostly pallor upon the gathering.
Miles was perched on a couch, a peculiar nonchalance written in the way he scrutinized the rest of the club members. Ye Jun’s corpse was slumped next to him, from which the putrid scent of death wafted. His head was disfigured, shredded by custom-made bullets from a handgun.
The execution was swift and merciless, a ghastly dance that lasted no longer than ten seconds.
And within those fleeting moments, Ye Jun wasn’t afforded a chance for negotiation.
“Do any of you wish to discuss rules further? Any seniors, perhaps?” Miles inquired, injecting a strange sincerity into his voice, “I’ve always strived to be a good man. I hope you can provide me with a chance to demonstrate that. I regret the recent events and trust you won’t misinterpret my intentions. I’m not inherently evil, and I’m sure you all can relate to moments of impulsivity, right?”
“We’re all young. Who hasn’t made a few mistakes?”
The blatant hypocrisy was startling. Having shot and killed without hesitation, yet aspiring to be good?
Apologies had boundaries, as did absurdity.
Apologizing after taking a life, what manner of atonement was that?