Lu Xuanyu was stunned once again. He said, "Those retired armed police and soldiers, together they haven't killed as many as that kid? What kind of child is this? How is that possible?"
Xiang Shan lowered his head, his tone becoming somewhat sad again: "I actually told you the first half of this story, right?
"Ah?"
"Do you remember the small African country called Sheluke Midom?" Xiang Shan murmured.
"Ah…" Lu Xuanyu thought hard for a moment, then uncertainly asked, "Was it that one from a while back… that… "
"The country where the massacre happened." Xiang Shan said, "Two hundred years ago, the colonizers divided the local people into two different tribes, the Haoa and the Zima. Then these two tribes kept accumulating conflicts, and it finally erupted recently. I had a friend who was doing field research there. Then he got involved and died. This is the part you know."
Lu Xuanyu nodded.
