I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2087 - 1345: You Don’t Feel Sorry; You’re Just Afraid of Death

Chapter 2087: Chapter 1345: You Don’t Feel Sorry; You’re Just Afraid of Death

"It seems your memory isn’t too bad."

Xu Kuan praised, "These are the women you violated. Among them, the youngest was just a high school student. Because of being assaulted by an idol, she was mentally crushed and didn’t dare to tell her family, so at just fifteen or sixteen, she jumped off the Han River Bridge, ending her blossoming life..."

"Nonsense! Slander! It’s all slander!"

Unlike Boss Jiang, during Lan Peizhi’s era, Xu Kuan was already working in Korea, so speaking Korean was not a problem.

"If it was me, then why haven’t the police arrested me?!"

Liu Junxiang’s eyes turned red; he was no longer the handsome idol but a menacing beast.

"Because you’re the star of a popular boy band, the cash cow of MS. Compared to you, a tiny high school student is insignificant — her death means nothing."

Next to Xu Kuan, Zhu Xuan had her hands on her thighs, fingers clenched tightly.

"This high school student is just one example. You all used your fame and influence to create countless victims in similar ways, using both violent and non-violent methods. Some chose to end their lives, some were left with everlasting psychological and physical trauma, and some who tried to resist were committed to mental health centers under the guise of insanity."

"Bastard! Bastard!!!"

Liu Junxiang was furious, ready to pounce like a wild animal.

Lies won’t hurt; the truth is the sharp blade.

If it were a frame-up, he wouldn’t be this agitated.

"You’ve lived a worthwhile life, after all."

Seeing the other person’s smile but silent gaze, the frantic Liu Junxiang felt like he was doused with cold water, gradually calming down.

A predator understands a higher-level predator best.

"Zhu Xuan, please save me! It’s all my fault, please save me! I’ll change my ways and compensate those people; I’m begging you, give me a chance..."

Suddenly, he exploded with unprecedented strength, or perhaps the two men holding him did so on purpose, allowing him to break free from the chair and fall to his knees, genuinely weeping with snot and tears.

Xu Kuan quieted down.

"Zhu Xuan, we’ve grown up together, known each other for decades; your grandmother, uncle, aunt, they all liked me so much, Zhu Xuan..."

"Why did you become like this..."

Zhu Xuan’s eyes were unfocused.

"I was wrong, I lost my mind, I won’t do it again, give me a chance to atone, I’ll spend all my remaining days redeeming myself!"

As he spoke, he started kowtowing hard, despite his hands being tied.

Now you know about redemption and how to be humbled and assertive.

Earlier in the dressing room, the other side clearly gave him a chance.

Zhu Xuan’s pupils slowly focused, the blank expression on her flawless face gradually replaced by determination and indifference.

She looked at the balcony and shook her head at the apartment across the way.

"You don’t realize your wrongs, you just know you’re about to die."

Xu Kuan turned his head, his eyes lit up.

Liu Junxiang, who had been incessantly kowtowing, suddenly stopped, looking up in disbelief as crimson blood trickled down from his split forehead.

"Sign it."

A piece of paper was handed over.

Words densely packed on it.

Unexpectedly.

It was a confession.

Or rather.

A will.

"No, no..."

Liu Junxiang was horrified, shaking his head, sitting on the floor in terrified retreat, yet it was clearly the path he had chosen.

His fingers were pried open, dipped in the blood from his forehead, and a fingerprint was pressed onto the will.

Then his mouth was gagged again, and he was lifted up.

"Miss Jin."

Xu Kuan said.

Zhu Xuan silently stood up, turned, and walked towards the door with Xu Kuan.

From behind.

Liu Junxiang, eyes bulging in terror and despair, was lifted helplessly, the noose slipped around his neck, tied earlier.

"Thunk."

As he fell due to the sudden lack of weight, then was caught by the rope, Liu Junxiang hung from the ceiling, his body spinning erratically from the struggle, slowly weakening.

When all was quiet again, he was seen hanging his head, motionless in the air, facing the balcony he couldn’t see before.

The apartment across, the tightly drawn curtains seemed to move slightly.