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Baishe watched Wang Meng on the monitor, but from this angle, he couldn’t see that Wang Meng’s hands had been freed.

The old man was next to him, watching with interest. “That’s enough,” Baishe turned to him and said. “He’s not being stubborn anymore. What happens next is bound to be boring. You can end this whole thing early.”

The old man continued to stare at the monitor as if watching a very good entertainment program.

“What’s so interesting about this?” Baishe continued to ask.

“There needs to be a moment of enlightenment,” the old man said. “Otherwise, your friend will beat his father to death before he leaves here. That will be a bad ending, and you will lose.”

“He won’t kill his own father,” Baishe said.

“He will if I tempt him. In fact, after so many years of pain, he must have a few fantasies in his heart. He probably imagines that bad people like that will wake up and see the error of their ways, but what he doesn’t understand is that some people are just born like this.” The old man continued, “In fact, without such low-level people in this world, there’s no way for everyone to live properly.”

“What do you mean?”

“The lines for things such as morality are based on the person with the lowest morality, the worst in the group. If his father wasn’t here, then the worst person in this room would be me.”

“It’s not you right now?”

“Of course not. I only hurt people like you who are able-bodied and pretentious. I’ve never hurt anyone who was good to me or weaker than me, so I’m not the worst one here,” the old man explained. “As long as there is one person in the crowd with the worst morals, people will forgive others who are equally corrupt but have a little more merit. This is the core reason why this world isn’t good.”

Baishe looked at the old man, who continued explaining, “People don’t really know how to look at the essence of one’s character. They only focus on ranking others by weighing and differentiating the different qualities that they see. When it comes to weighing the pros and cons, it doesn’t matter even if those qualities are relatively poor.”

Baishe thought it over for a while. He knew that he was different compared to most people because he was someone who believed that all the bad guys were idiots. He didn’t rank the bad guys, but he also agreed with what the old man was saying.

“He won’t kill his father,” Baishe said again.

“It’s possible if your words are manipulative enough,” the old man responded.

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Baishe looked in the direction of the female corpse—it was still lying on the ground but crawling forward in the wrong direction now. A light followed the female corpse the whole time, and Baishe knew that someone was watching the corpse in the dark so as to ensure that it wouldn’t climb out of the blind area.

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Wang Meng’s father had already lost some money but Wang Meng wasn’t paying attention to him. He forgot that Baishe had told him if he was supposed to let his father win or lose.

But that wasn’t important right now. He needed to find an opportunity for himself. He no longer hated his father. Although a vile and despicable man, he was still his father. But the sin would be unforgivable if he was just an ordinary criminal who had deceived Wang Meng and his mother.

If I wasn’t your son, what would I do to you?

Wang Meng imagined using those bricks to smash his father’s head in bit by bit.

Emotion could occur among those who weren’t blood relatives and result in long-lasting feelings. Naturally, it was also possible for emotions to die out among close relatives. Everyone was merely brought together by some coincidence.

But his blood was stopping him. He could feel that his blood ties with his father were pulling at him, trying to numb his feelings and make him accept this reality. There even seemed to be a voice whispering in his ear, “Look at him. He has dementia. He’s been punished. He’s not the same person he was back then.”

“Let it go. He probably only has a few years left anyways.”

No, the dementia punished others, not himself. Dementia was a punishment for those who had to take care of him. It didn’t punish him.

As Wang Meng was thinking, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. Then, an old man came walking out of the darkness on the other side of the iron gate.

The old man was the one who had been chatting with Baishe. When he saw Wang Meng, he smiled. Wang Meng quickly covered his freed hands with his clothes.

The old man was holding a hammer in one hand and pulling a gurney behind him with the other. Lying on the gurney was a comatose Baishe.

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