"Each of us is insignificant, but when we unite, we can create a catastrophe in Mingjiang Prefecture. After the disaster, we will have the strength to challenge the God."
Liu Sheng muttered these words softly under his breath. He repeated them multiple times every day, as if only by doing so could he remember his hatred deeply.
"My brother smeared Zhou Xuan; he probably won't live much longer. I must endure, endure until the day of revenge."
Liu Sheng's brother was Liu Hao.
Cre-e-ak,
The door was pushed open, and Li Mingqi, the reservoir manager, walked in. Liu Sheng quickly slid the painting he was working on into the drawer.
Li Mingqi noticed Liu Sheng hiding something and chuckled awkwardly, saying, "What's with the hiding? Can't let people see it?"
"Nothing..." Liu Sheng felt a bit guilty.
"Let me see."
"It's really nothing."
"Show me." Without giving Liu Sheng a choice, Li Mingqi yanked open the drawer, immediately spotting the painting of Mingjiang's apocalypse.
