Chapter 587

The scene of several people casually gathered around Nolan, chatting as if they were simply passing the time, was almost enough to make Vernon cough up blood in rage. On his side, tensions ran high—everyone was on edge. Meanwhile, Nolan remained calm and unbothered, as if he were merely enjoying some afternoon tea. And to top it off, it was raining. Where was the logic in this? Nolan glanced at the time. The people on the other side still hadn't arrived, so answering a few questions in the meantime wouldn't be an issue. Nolan pointed at the blurry figure in the newspaper and said softly, "If I hadn't seen this silhouette, I might have felt the same way as you all—that this scumbag deserves to die, that he's gone too far. "A mother and child pushed to the brink, drowning in despair, and not only did he refuse to help, but he toyed with them instead. Does a person like this even have a shred of humanity left? Even if he died a thousand times over, it still wouldn't be enough." Fang