Young Wang, full of youthful defiance, upon hearing this, immediately showed disdain, heavily slapping the table:
"After all this, still ending up as a dog!"
Old Li, however, stroked his beard and chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a hint of weary cynicism from seeing through worldly affairs:
"Young man, you don't understand. In these times, committing murder and arson, and then being pardoned, is also a way out."
Chen Sheng listened, his interest immediately waning.
Pardon?
That's just handing the knife over to someone else, stretching your neck out to be chopped.
He chuckled softly in his heart:
"What good outcome can come from being pardoned? Do you really think it's all like the Song dynasty?"
He remained composed, casually asking people nearby, piecing together scattered information.
Such grassroots heroes have been all too common in recent years.
