"Take responsibility? Atone?"
Wang Yi sneered. "I was about to reach the pinnacle of my life, to live the life I dreamed of, and then I was suddenly sent here. Who's going to take responsibility for *me*? I'm a Player, not a Holy Mother! So save your ridiculous talk. If you were so kind, would you have created a Big Saber Team and a Bitter Worker Team? Remember, your men didn't die by my hand. They died by yours!"
"Hmph!"
Lu Hongyan huffed. 'This guy really is a King of Competition,' she thought. 'He has his own way of thinking, his own logic, and no one can sway him. I'll never win an argument against him.'
"Fine. You killed my people, so I'll kill yours. As for who comes out on top in the end, that remains to be seen. We'll see!"
With that, Lu Hongyan prepared to kill Yang Wanli.
But Wang Yi said, "Wait. Let them both go, and I'll let you leave."
"We can kill them and still escape just fine!"
