"Still the same question, who directed you to set the rhythm against Nozawa Financial Corporation regarding the death of Beiyuan Yangtao? Don't tell me you are also acting out of so-called 'justice' just like the last dead man?"
Aoyama Xiu Xin, leaning on a railing from his high vantage point, looked down with derision at the nine people hanging in cages, his tie flapping up and down in the sea breeze.
Among these people, he only trusted the one who had just spoken out of justice because that guy had the guts to talk like that in front of him, truly fearless in the face of death.
And despicable wretches like them don't deserve to be such righteous members of the media, and Japan, this fallen land, is not a place for good people like him. So, Aoyama Xiu Xin simply sent him to heaven with a direct gunshot.
After all, even the Bible says that good people should go to heaven, no need to thank me, it's simply the least I could do.
