But he was constantly experiencing internal condemnation.
Conflict, entanglement.
Yet he still went ahead and did it.
He became colder and colder, more and more accustomed, more and more ruthless.
He had become a knife in Gan Shang's hands.
An extremely sharp knife.
Without hesitation, Hai Chao nodded and said to Gan Shang:
"Okay, boss, I will do as you say."
Hearing this, Gan Shang, looking at his most capable subordinate, pulled out a satisfied smile.
But this smile, carrying anger on one side and a stiff smile on the other, looked somewhat eerie.
Hai Chao left the room, and went outside.
Looking at the scorching sky, staring at the sun like fire.
One minute later.
He felt a bit dizzy.
As if he had been in a long dream.
He shook his head, his eyes becoming more determined and resolute.
Since he had chosen this path, since he had chosen this way to survive, then he shouldn't question right or wrong.
