"Kurd, you stupid pig will have this day too!"

There was strong hatred and cold pleasure in Mikhail's words, and his eyes flashed with a crazy light. At this moment, years of hatred finally found an outlet.

"Don't you always think you are superior? Your dirty claws have been manipulating those poor infected people, squeezing them and depriving them of their dignity!

But what now? Look at what you look like now, Kurd!

What's the difference between you and the infected people you trampled on?

You are no longer the greedy wild boar that has grown fat and fat, you are just a wretch, a fool who is about to lose everything!"

Mikhail took a step closer, stared at Kurd fiercely, and continued:

"You once thought you were arrogant and could control everything! Whoever you want to live must live; whoever you want to die must die.

But today, look at you, you can't even stand firm, your power, your wealth, none of these can save you. Neither your daughter nor you yourself will have to bear all this in my hands.

"

Kurd lowered his head, as if he was suffering great humiliation. His hands were shaking and his body was stooped. After a while, Kurd raised his head tremblingly, with a weak and hoarse voice:

"You...can you let my daughter go?"

The once ferocious and surly eyes were now filled with pleading and pain, "I...I can give up anything...even my life...as long as you let her go...I...I can give you everything,

My wealth, my power, whatever you want... I can give it to you... I just ask you to let Lydia go..."

There was an extreme humility and despair in his voice, and he even spoke with a heavy breathing.

Mikhail sneered and looked down at Kurd, as if looking at a destroyed insect.

"Your life?"

He raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

"What do you think your life is worth? Do you think I will care less about your filthy wealth and power?

I am different from you, I am a judge.

The crimes you have committed cannot be redeemed by your life and these things alone.

I will judge you for all your crimes, and I will make you feel the pain we have suffered in the past."

Lydia was tied up with iron chains and her hands were hanging in the air. Her whole body was stiff due to the weight.

Her hair hung messily on the side of her face, and her eyes stared blankly at everything in front of her.

The world in my eyes becomes blurry and unreal.

Is this really her...father?

The once tall and cold-eyed Adelaide Kurd was now curled up on the ground like a trampled insect.

Lydia could not connect the embarrassed, humble man in front of her with the authoritative and irresistible father in her memory.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What she had seen since she was a child was the father who was maneuvering in high-level political circles, the Kurd who was always confident and always in control of the situation, and now - now he is actually asking his

The enemy begged...

Strangeness and disbelief flooded her heart like a flood. Her fingers clenched weakly on the iron chain, trying to grab something real to wake herself up.

But the sight in front of her left her with nowhere to escape - her father was kneeling on the ground, praying to Mikhail without dignity.

Something blocked her thoughts and pain. Her tear ducts were filled with blur, and she could only murmur:

"dad……"

At this moment, Mikhail's expression suddenly changed, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of coldness and rage.

He suddenly took a step forward and kicked Kurd hard in the abdomen.

"idiot!"

Mikhail's voice pierced the air like a poisonous snake, full of hatred.

Kurd didn't have time to react. His body curled up like a shrimp under Mikhail's attack and fell to the ground instantly, spitting out bitter juice and turning pale.

The severe pain made his whole body tremble, like a helpless insect that had been run over.

When the surrounding rangers saw this scene, they immediately raised their weapons and pointed the black muzzles at Mikhail. The tense air was cut by sharp blades, and a fatal conflict could break out at any time.

"Stop! Stop everyone!"

Kurd endured the pain and almost screamed to stop the people around him.

Although his voice was hoarse, the residual sense of authority was still looming in his voice, and it was the only thing he could rely on.

However, Mikhail sneered and was completely unmoved.

He slowly approached, bent down, raised the foot that had transformed into a horse's hoof, and stepped hard on Kurd's outstretched hand.

The bones cracked instantly, making a creepy "click" sound, and blood spurted out.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood exploding, Kurd let out a heart-rending cry in pain.

"ah------"

Mikhail stood in front of Kurd, sneering, his eyes as sharp as a knife and merciless.

He looked down at the struggling man on the ground, with cold hatred and contempt in his eyes.

"Kurd, do you remember the good things you did?"

The leader of the Liberation Hooves sounded in a low voice, with extreme sarcasm.

"Now, let's count your crimes from the beginning."

He gently raised the short knife in his hand, the blade glowing coldly in the dim light.

"Millie Anderson," Mikhail's cold voice echoed in the warehouse, "a girl, an infected person. She was once an ordinary worker, living a poor life, but it was still relatively peaceful. Until your rangers, with

You gave the order to take her away from the factory. Do you know what they did to her?"

Kurd's face was full of pain, and every muscle in his body was twitching with severe pain.

He wanted to shake his head, but at this moment his body was completely out of control.

"They took her to your private villa and made her a plaything for you."

Mikhail's voice gradually became lower and full of anger.

"You played with her, tortured her, and finally sold her to the red light district. There she was forced to serve beasts like you until she could no longer bear the pain and ended her life with a rope."

"She was only 18 years old when she died!"

Kurd's face was pale, a large amount of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and his lips were trembling slightly.

He knew that every word Mikhail said was true and could not be defended.

Finally, he nodded painfully and admitted the evil deeds he had committed.

"Oh, this is just the beginning."

The leader of Liberation Hooves continued with a sneer, hissing like a poisonous snake in his voice.

"There is also Emily Green, an ordinary person who fell in love with an infected person. They lived happily together until you started to implement your cultural isolation policy and separated the infected people from ordinary people so that they could no longer

Can’t meet each other.”

"Those human beings who are as short-sighted as you are just like you, using violence, dirty words, scandals, violence... and destroying all their lives with animal-like prejudices."

Mikhail approached slowly, his eyes full of oppression.

"Do you know what happened to them in the end? In order to escape the violence and isolation of those beasts, they chose to commit suicide and jumped off the cliff together at the junction."

Kurd closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

He did this not because of regret or conscience, but because he completely succumbed when faced with greater evil.

Ironically, this greater evil did not arise out of thin air.

It was poured out by himself, and now this evil karma has turned into a sharp blade, threatening everything about him.

The arrogance, coldness and ruthlessness he once had are now being returned to him in the most cruel way.

"Then there's slave smuggling," Mikhail's tone became even colder.

"You sold countless infected people to the black market. Those children, those innocent people, were sold as goods to the dark forces in the other world. They were tortured and exploited, and some even became your experimental subjects.

They are being cut up and dissected in your filthy biological laboratory, trying to find the agent to control the infected."

He suddenly waved the short knife in front of Kurd, and the blade almost grazed Kurd's cheek.

"And those opponents you persecuted! You sent out the Rangers, kidnapped them, disappeared, and dumped their bodies into the crevices of the Junction. Did you think no one would find out? Did you think you could control this forever?

?”

"You monopolize the logistics system at the junction."

"You monopolize everything and control everything in order to satisfy your insatiable greed. Infected people, ordinary people, everyone is struggling under your feet, but you are above, enjoying their pain and accumulating wealth."

"Admit it, Kurd." Mikhail's voice was low and terrifying.

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To be continued...