Today, Donti realized that physical pain could really mask mental anguish. He began to wonder just how distressed Milo was if he needed the pain of his broken bones to suppress his sadness.
Nearby, some refugees who had just finished their work were laughing at Donti. These refugees had thought that Donti’s group was very tough, but look at the state they were in now.
When faced with the Radianz Consortium’s troops, didn’t they still have to work all the same?
And with injured people among them, they even had to perform a greater workload than normal.
Donti looked at a middle-aged man who was gloating at their misfortune. He said to Adella, “How I wish I had my brother’s power so I could kill these people...”
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