And Qiao Yiyang would not let the Mafia suffer severe damage simply because of madness.
She wasn’t considering Qiao Yiyang’s interests; rather, so many vibrant lives had perished because of her—how could she bear it?
Lin Xinlan felt this phrase fitted her current situation perfectly: I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.
She had done nothing, harmed no one, yet so many people had lost their lives because of her.
Overwhelmed with self-reproach and guilt, her eyes filled with agony, she could no longer bear it. She rushed to Qiao Yiyang, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and cried out in pain,
"Stop it! Please, Qiao Yiyang, I’m begging you, stop it. Don’t continue this any further! You’re making me accumulate such deep sins, do you want to push me to my death before you’re satisfied?!"
"Xinlan, what’s wrong?" Qiao Yiyang grasped her shoulders, asking with concern.
Lin Xinlan shook her head, expressing her anguish: "Because of your selfish desires, you’ve killed so many people. Qiao Yiyang, they were also human, each a life, with parents, family, and friends. Just because of your orders, they were killed. Don’t you care at all? Please, stop this madness, don’t be so stubbornly deluded!"
Qiao Yiyang finally understood her point.
His gaze darkened, he said in a low voice, "Xinlan, you don’t understand. Once you embark on this path, the life and death of anyone becomes irrelevant. To live better lives and to stand above others, you have to use your life to fight for it. If they died, they deserved it, you know?"
Lin Xinlan glared at him, angry: "If you hadn’t ordered them to charge into battle for you, they could have lived, perhaps even for many more years. Why are you sending them to their deaths? It’s all senseless sacrifice, absolutely unnecessary!"
The man’s lips curled into a faint cold smirk.
"I am their master, they have to obey me. They sell their lives for me, to help me acquire what I desire, how is that a senseless sacrifice. Xinlan, you are too kind. They exist to obey me. I provide them with wealth and status, and they repay me with their lives; it’s fair."
Lin Xinlan’s face turned pale with shock, she muttered, "What are your subordinates, in your eyes?"
Qiao Yiyang looked at her deeply, without speaking.
His gaze seemed to say: Your question is too silly; it’s meaningless.
"To you, they are just tools for killing, mere pawns in your hand, right?"
"Exactly," Qiao Yiyang nodded without hesitation.
Lin Xinlan stepped back two paces and sneered at him:
"Qiao Yiyang, you say you are the same kind of person as Rong Shaoze. You are not, you can’t compare to him at all! Although I have little contact with the Phoenix, I know, Rong Shaoze treats his subordinates like brothers. He cherishes their lives and never lets them die in vain. Compared to him, you are simply cold-blooded and cruel, totally inhumane!"
The man suddenly became enraged, he swept the objects off the table violently and bellowed at her:
"Yes, compared to him, I am cold-blooded and cruel, completely inhumane! You think I’d want to be ? If everyone were as fortunate as Rong Shaoze, I would also be willing to be a good person! If he had lived my life, always in a dog-eat-dog world like me, do you think he would stay a good person? Let me tell you, if I had shown a shred of mercy, I would have died countless times over!"