Li Fusheng's head felt a bit dizzy because of Zheng Fan's previous sentence, which he found a bit difficult to accept.
Frankly speaking, Li Fusheng himself was not a good person, of course, he never claimed to be one;
In his own words, he had committed too many murders in his life and never expected to live peacefully until old age.
He enjoyed killing, liked the feeling of warm blood covering layer upon layer on his body, which could give his heart a great sense of satisfaction.
A long time ago, a blind man said that Li Fusheng had a mental illness.
Li Fusheng himself was aware of it, so the first time he met Zheng Fan, he specifically reminded him to control this impulse when necessary.
However,
Li Fusheng had always thought he was on the second level, but never imagined that the little Ah Brother he once supported and admired silently moved up to the fifth level, requiring him to look up.
