Jiang Che was suddenly reminded of his past life, a world where everyone could freely express themselves, and he was overcome with nostalgia.
What's the big deal about men wearing dresses? Or niche subcultures?
He had seen people with far more bizarre mindsets.
But it all came back to that one saying.
"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
Defending the rights of others was, in essence, defending your own.
Because no one could guarantee that they would always be on the side of the majority, at all times and in all things.
Li Hanchuan stared at Jiang Che for a long time, as if trying to read something in his expression.
But Jiang Che remained unmoved.
He wasn't afraid of Li Hanchuan.
Because the Omen hadn't stirred in the slightest.
This meant Li Hanchuan's "anger" was just an act.
Sure enough, the stern look on Li Hanchuan's face softened slightly.
"You're an interesting one, kid."
