Chapter 921: Section 606: Return
Mr. Belzemeninsky, who had been stabbed, lay in a pool of blood, and Mars used a kitchen knife instead of bullets to resolve the matter. Mars thought this child was quite considerate - you see, Mr. Belzemeninsky said that bullets were too expensive, so his offspring just followed suit willingly.
Then Mars reached out his hand, and the unopened alcoholic beverages on the table danced with Spiritual Energy, their caps opening, and the alcohol gathered together, eventually becoming Mars’s hand-cleaning solution.
After washing his hands, he waved them, splashing the liquid onto the ground.
"Such scum, alive, only make food expensive, maybe he and his companions would even occupy those liquid foods that should have been distributed to the poor," Mars said, as he noticed a refrigerator in the corner and walked over to open its door.
Malin saw those half-liquid substances in plastic bags, walked over and picked up a bag, Malin looked at the solid content... completely unrecognizable: "Is this the liquid food you’re talking about, kid?"
"Yes, these should be made from giant rat meat, after all, New Hangzhou has a giant rat farm... at least it’s still there now," Mars mentioned the farm with an unnatural expression, which Malin noticed.
"Why do you say it’s still there at least now?" Out of curiosity, Malin asked.
"Well... because I burned it down before I came here," the child said this with hesitation and unhappiness on his face.
"Why?" Malin raised his eyebrows, increasingly curious.
"Giant rat meat is edible, yes, but those guys even used zombie meat found in the southern nests to feed the rats. I am Shepherd from the Assassin’s Guild under Harvest Goddess, I led people to destroy that factory and exposed the truth, consuming too much of such rat meat causes irreversible human distortion... However, without this food, many will starve as they can’t afford food, and the Harvest Goddess doesn’t have enough means to compensate for the famine caused by this shortage," Mars explained.
"... At least you did nothing wrong, as long as you don’t starve, people can still survive, but if they become twisted from consuming too much rat meat, they won’t even remain human," Malin patted the kid’s back: "Don’t blame yourself, in this operation, you were the Guild’s weapon, and a weapon shouldn’t regret its deeds."
All Malin could do was advise the child thus, and Mars nodded, seemingly agreeing with Malin’s sophistry.