Lu Bu'er was startled.
Barren had already figured it out.
The calluses on his hands, the scars on his arms, the color of his skin.
Whether a person had lived through hardships could be discerned at a glance.
"This is a sinful city, this is the wrong era. When I was good, you oppressed me. When I became bad, you blamed me. Now I have gained dignity, and I will absolutely not be humiliated by being taken back for interrogation by you. I'll fight to the end!"
Barren struggled with all his might to stand up, but he was knocked down again by a punch.
This guy had already lost the power of the Dark Matter.
He wasn't as resilient as he had been before.
His head was ringing from the blows, and like a wild beast, he gasped for air and roared defiantly, "I won't tell you anything! You bunch of despicable lackeys! You simply don't care about our feelings, do we who have fallen into darkness deserve to die?"
Lu Bu'er rubbed his fist, "Otherwise?"
Barren, "..."