"Ah, damn it, what a sin, what a sin!"
Zhang Menglong had killed people before, so many that if you lined them up, they'd circle the Earth twice. But he believed that those he killed deserved to die—either they wanted to kill him or they were wicked to the core. At least he hadn't killed an innocent person.
However, now the unlucky fellow crushed beneath him had no grudges with him, and Zhang Menglong wasn't a bloodthirsty maniac; he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
"Gou Dan, check on him for me, will you?"
[Check? Director, asking that question is not just insulting my intelligence but yours too. Do you know how fast you hit just now?]
"How fast?"
[30,000 kilometers per second, almost a tenth of the speed of light. If you crashed onto Earth, it could've shattered the planet to bits. If it weren't for the strong Laws of this world with much sturdier rocks, you'd have left a meteor-sized crater instead of just smashing a few buildings.]
