Zhao Bin and his associates looked as if they had lost their parents, utterly devastated.
They had never expected that, when all was said and done, they would actually lose the bet.
How could things have possibly come to this?
However, making them admit defeat and hand their heads over to Wu Tian was something they would never do.
Zhao Bin and his cohorts were corrupt officials, and since when could the word of a corrupt official be trusted? When they were in office, they would tell the common people they would act as their patrons and protectors, but it was all a load of nonsense. All they cared about was lining their own pockets. What did the lives of the common people matter to them?
"A bet? Heh, did we make a bet? I don’t recall," Zhao Bin and the other corrupt officials jeered, brazenly denying everything.
"That’s right, did we make a bet? I certainly don’t remember one."
"Me neither. I was just eating my dinner; I didn’t agree to anything with you."
The corrupt officials were all incredibly smug. This sort of shameless denial was routine for them. They could do it without so much as batting an eye.
Although Wu Tian had killed the Regent King, and they feared he might kill them too, they suddenly felt secure.
Why?
Because this restaurant was filled with two-thirds of the officials from the imperial court.
How could Wu Tian possibly kill all of them? If they all died and so many officials were lost at once, who could possibly bear the guilt for such a massacre?
They could see that Wu Tian wasn’t a madman. He was rational. Therefore, he should understand the situation and not press the matter with them any further.
Unfortunately, they had sorely underestimated Wu Tian. They presumed they had him all figured out, but in the end, it was just that—a presumption.
"Oh? So you intend to go back on your word and renege on our agreement?" Wu Tian asked with an unbothered chuckle.
"That’s right," Zhao Bin admitted directly. The other corrupt officials nodded in agreement. This was their custom.
I am the villain, so what can you do about it?
The Regent King had been their patron while he lived, and this had always been their way. Even with the Regent King dead, they couldn’t change. Their villainous nature was on full display.
As for the officials who had earned their positions through merit, they couldn’t bring themselves to act with such a despicable demeanor. But asking them to honor the bet? That was also difficult.
One upright official sighed. "You are Wu Tian, correct? Mr. Wu Tian, as men of principle, we admit that we have lost. We won’t deny it."
"Oh?" A playful smile touched Wu Tian’s lips. "Does that mean you’ll honor the agreement and give me your heads?"
The upright officials’ expressions turned grim.
What a joke! Hand our heads over to Wu Tian? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Sure enough, one upright official said with a strained smile, "Unfortunately, we cannot simply give you our lives."
"That’s right," another added. "We are upright officials. We must advocate for the common people."
"Our heads may belong to you, but for the sake of the people, we must cling to life."
"Yes, exactly! When we have restored order and brilliance to the Qiankun of this realm, then we will give you our heads."
These upright officials were, of course, not as despicably vulgar as the corrupt ones. Perhaps their inner nature was the same, but on the surface, they at least had a fig leaf to hide behind where the others had none.
Wu Tian scrutinized the group of upright officials with amusement. "There are more of you than there are corrupt officials," he said suddenly. "So why do corrupt officials still exist? And why do the common people still suffer?"
The upright officials froze, not knowing what to say.
The little fellow, however, felt it was his time to shine. "I know, I know!" he exclaimed.
Wu Tian played along, asking, "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because without corrupt officials, how could they show off how amazing they are? Without corrupt officials, how could they stand out as being upright? How else would they be adored by the people?" the little one giggled.
Because they didn’t want to kill anyone! Yes! That must be it. They repeated this to themselves.
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