Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 3288: What Gives You the Right to Say I’m Wrong?!

“What gives you all the right to judge based on your narrow view of right and wrong? I’m not wrong—I’ve never been wrong.”

“All I did was kill a few people. Out of all the task-takers, who can say they’ve never killed anyone, that their hands are completely clean?”

“I’m not wrong. I’m not wrong!” Le Qing repeated, his expression twisted. Layers of black smoke surged from his soul.

His shouting grew more frenzied—a desperate, hopeless struggle.

The school doctor uncle looked at him coldly. i Ziqing coughed up blood and pleaded, “Please don’t eliminate him. I’ll guide him well. He just strayed off the path—it was only once. I’ll accept any punishnt.”

“Stop saying I’m wrong—I’m not wrong, I’m not wrong!” Le Qing’s expression twisted further as he shouted at the school doctor uncle. “What gives you the right to say I’m wrong?!”

The school doctor uncle drew a gun from his waist and pointed it at Le Qing. “If you can survive this shot, then you can co argue about what’s right and wrong with .”

i Ziqing was in utter despair. She stood in front of Le Qing, her body already covered in rope wounds. She pleaded, “Please, let him go just this once—just this once.”

The school doctor uncle’s face was emotionless. He ignored i Ziqing standing in the way and pulled the trigger.

If you want to block, then block.

Ning Shu yanked i Ziqing aside just in ti—saving her from being shot.

With no one in the way, the elimination blast struck Le Qing.

“No—!” i Ziqing scread in anguish. The ropes on her body lost their master’s control and loosened.

Ignoring her injuries, she stumbled and threw herself toward Le Qing.

Le Qing writhed in pain. Perhaps because of the strong evil energy in his body, he wasn’t imdiately eliminated.

i Ziqing shielded Le Qing, kneeling and begging the school doctor uncle, “Since he wasn’t completely eliminated this ti, please spare him. Please—he knows he was wrong.”

The school doctor uncle’s face remained cold as he raised his gun again, pointing it at Le Qing, who was struggling painfully.

Black smoke poured from Le Qing’s body. Filthy drops of water sizzled as they hit the ground.

Le Qing, once a sunny flower-boy, had beco a monster—completely unrecognizable.

“You just live off the task-takers you enslave. Task-takers work their asses off completing tasks, and the soul power they collect feeds disgusting and arrogant parasites like you.” Le Qing’s voice was hoarse as he roared, but he didn’t dare get close to the school doctor uncle, wary of the gun in his hand.

“All the task-takers are enslaved by you. If you’re unhappy, you just kill them.”

The school doctor uncle adjusted his glasses. Under the sunlight, they glinted with white light. He snorted through his nose. “What’s the problem? If I kill you, it’s the sa as you killing those defenseless beings. You say you’re not wrong—what right do you have to criticize ?”

“What, when it happens to you, it feels unbearable?

The school doctor uncle sneered with disdain. Le Qing slumped on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen, unable to say even a word to beg for rcy.

Bang, bang… The school doctor uncle fired two shots at Le Qing.

Le Qing roared in pain. In the end, his soul exploded. From the masses of black energy burst tortured souls, struggling in agony.

Without Le Qing’s control, the evil energy and the souls of the living twisted together, writhing in pain.

The mont they appeared, they spread out in all directions. Wherever the black energy drifted, trees turned black. It was even more terrifying than miasma.

Behind the school doctor uncle, a black hole appeared, sucking in the evil energy and the struggling souls.

Then the black hole slowly contracted.

The surroundings returned to silence. The place was a ss. Sunlight shone on them, but it carried no warmth at all.