What If I Blow up This Place?

The elderly man, leaning on his cane, wore a kind and gentle smile, yet did not lose a bit of his dignity. Under the assistance of his adopted son, he slowly climbed up the stage. He looked like a frail old man on the brink of being taken away by the wind. However, his footsteps were firm, vigorous, and agile. Anyone with a martial background present could discern that he was no ordinary old man. Among the audience, Mo Shu stared at the elderly man's overly familiar face, a cold smirk unconsciously surfacing on her lips. This smirk, it encompassed so much. The elder on the stage was expressing his gratitude, voicing out praise for public welfare. Listening through Mo Shu's ears, this was undoubtedly the biggest joke in the world. A cold-blooded assassin who cultivated killing machines by his heinous deeds, with both hands stained with fresh blood. The one yet to put down his butcher knife had already become a great philanthropist adored and respected by many. How laughable and ironic t