Meng Zheng was tied up so tightly he could only wriggle on the ground like a caterpillar; seeing his misfortune, Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude.
"Uncle Lin, aren't you committing a crime here?"
"I had no choice, I couldn't hold back," Lin Mingyuan said.
"Just looking at this guy's face makes me want to hit him. Now that we've both shown our true colors, I don't see any point in holding back anymore."
Hearing this, Meng Zheng simply stopped moving. Clearly, he thought there was no need to suffer any physical discomfort.
"I called you here to ask what should be done with this guy."
Lin Mingyuan sat down on the edge of the bed, crossed his hands under his chin, and looked at him quietly, his gaze meaningful.
"You've seen him in the future, haven't you?"
Xu Xiangyang nodded his head.
"I see, no wonder you're so familiar with him," the man nodded thoughtfully.
"Then I have a question. If I kill him now, will it cause a time paradox?"