Once, I wanted to be a good person

This unexpected event, along with the inscrutable identity of Dahei Jialuo, completely made Rakshasa put away her petty thoughts.

Actually, last night she had secretly tried to defy Fang Ze’s wishes several times but was immediately caught by Fang Ze each time.

Afterwards, Fang Ze subjected her to brutal punishment, even considering erasing her altogether at one point.

If she hadn’t realized the situation was unfavorable and immediately submitted, she probably wouldn’t be alive now.

And like last night, when it was just the two of them, Fang Ze was willing to be ruthless and destroy the flower, so in the Real World, if she dared to mess up Fang Ze’s affairs with his people around, she had no doubt Fang Ze would eliminate her.

Thinking this, Rakshasa hugged "Dahei Jialuo" tighter and smiled even sweeter, "Garo, you did the right thing. A useless person without rules deserves to die."

Fang Ze looked at Rakshasa hugging him, expressionless, but inside he felt a bit like laughing: You’re really giving yourself too much credit. I’m just silencing witnesses.

That soldier who reported the alert earlier saw there was no Rakshasa inside the room; if he wasn’t silenced, Fang Ze’s plan might get exposed.

But even though he thought this, Fang Ze didn’t explain; he just nodded and said, "Let’s go."

So, the two of them left the residence Fang Ze chose last night together, and after they left, the other soldiers walked forward expressionless to deal with the corpse of the tragically deceased soldier.

In times of chaos, human life is cheaper than grass.

In Fang Ze’s original world, it was a little better; at least everyone was flesh and blood, and when pushed too far, even a common man in fury could manage bloodshed within five steps.