The next moment, Lu Mingfei brought his foot down and crushed the head beneath it, causing it to burst open just like a watermelon.
Shortly after, Lu Mingfei straightened his clothes, wiped the flesh and blood off the sole of his shoe against the ground, and then left the place as if nothing had happened. Indeed, for Lu Mingfei, absolutely nothing had happened.
Would anyone go out of their way to remember how many bugs they had killed, let alone hold a deep memory of their deaths or feel a sense of guilt?
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