Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

Chapter 377: Chapter 331: The Freakish Psychologist (Part 2)

If his family was innocent, then wasn’t their son innocent too?

Why should they be expected to forgive someone for what they did on purpose!

That Demon was born into a family like that; they refused to believe his family didn’t know what he was doing.

That Demon had committed countless heinous crimes, yet his family had always covered for him!

Then they all deserved to die!

No one was innocent!

So they carried out their revenge.

Staring at the livestream on their tablet, the couple knew this same feed was appearing on countless other devices. Everyone now knew of his crimes.

His long list of atrocities was now a top news story, and countless people were crying out for his severe punishment.

Of course, some argued that Zhao Ge was too useful to the nation. He was so powerful, he could help the country secure more advantages in the mist. They believed he shouldn’t be punished.

As for the victims, a little compensation would suffice.

After all, the world had entered the Age of the Mist.

The couple cooked a table full of their son’s favorite dishes, bought two bottles of wine, and sat in front of their son’s grave, eating and drinking.

They were so tired, having carried this hatred for so many years.

As time ticked by, the world itself seemed to fall silent.

The family of three could finally be reunited.

*

"Zhao Ge, you don’t need to go kill them. They’ve already gone to see their child. And you will never see your family again. That is your retribution."

Zhao Ge shot to his feet, nearly losing his balance.

’What does this woman mean?’

After his sister died, his father was in a car accident. Since then, it had just been him and his mother, relying on each other.

"You’ve guessed correctly. Your father’s car accident... didn’t it seem just like the one you orchestrated? Your father defended you with everything he had. Afterward, not only did he not punish you, he even took you out for a celebratory feast. A man with such a shattered worldview had to go, of course. A pity the law couldn’t punish them, but hatred will."

"My father’s death wasn’t an accident?"

"Of course it was revenge. You killed so many people, and your entire family covered for you. Why would you ever think they’d get to die peacefully, or that their deaths were mere accidents?"

"These peasants! They all deserve to die!" Zhao Ge’s face twisted in a snarl, wishing he could tear this Flower Country woman before him to shreds.

"Peasants?" Wen Ying suddenly laughed. "If we’re talking about peasants, wouldn’t your family be a better fit for the term?"

"Shut up! What the hell do you know, you bitch?! All of them are peasants! They don’t deserve to live in this world!"

Wen Ying watched him thoughtfully. "Your psychological problems are beyond help. But you’re usually able to control your words and actions in public. Are you acting this volatile today just because it’s only me and that little girl here?"

"What do you think? Doctor Wen, you’re far too nosy, you know that?"

"What if there are millions of people watching your performance right now?"

Zhao Ge scoffed. "Millions of people? Where? In the dreams of you Huaguo people? Ridiculous! At a time like this, you really think I’m going to let you go?"

"But you said Smith wanted to work with me."

"Does a dead person have any value? Is there any need to cooperate with a corpse?"

"So you’re saying you only pay lip service to Smith’s orders? You’ve never truly submitted to him or considered him your boss? You used me to get rid of all of Smith’s followers. Aren’t you afraid he’ll be furious?"

Zhao Ge grinned smugly. "You foolish Flower Country woman. Before you die, I don’t mind teaching you something: never trust anyone! That includes Smith. We’re just using each other. Right now, he’s stronger than me, so naturally I have to suck up to him to survive. But when I surpass him in strength, there’s only one ending for him—death! As for those men, since they’re Smith’s dogs, why would I let them live? Of course I have to clip Smith’s wings! Weaken his power! By then, Smith will just think you’re the one who killed all his underlings!"

A smile played on Wen Ying’s lips. Zhao Ge was about to say more.

But then he heard distinct footsteps approaching from behind.

Zhao Ge’s expression changed, and he quickly dodged to the side.

A grim-faced Smith appeared behind the spot where Zhao Ge had just been standing, his eyes fixed on him with a detached gaze.

Yet that gaze brought with it immense pressure.

’This man is too strong!’

’He’s rumored to be the descendant of a Vampire!’

He never used to believe in things like vampires, but ever since the mist appeared and his worldview was shattered, he had come to believe in Smith’s identity.