"I, Sun Wukong, swear to the heavens, if you stray from the righteous path, I will break your legs!"
"I...I, Liu Chuang, swear to Heaven! I will never stray from the righteous path! I will never betray my comrades!"
...
Watching this touching scene unfold before him, a scene reminiscent of a prodigal son's return, Wang Ji's eyes also stirred slightly.
You have to walk your own path, and you have to wear out the blisters on your feet yourself.
Everything you sow will reap its fruit; if the fruit is sour and astringent, you need not blame anyone.
If you used to be a thug, don't blame people for looking at you like a thug.
Actually, there was something Wang Ji didn't say, because there was no need to say it... He didn't think much of Liu Chuang either.
Even though he was very perceptive and could see that Liu Chuang had some ideals, it didn't mean he believed that Liu Chuang had any firm beliefs. Ideals are something that can come and go at any time; they can be gone with the wind.
Life is short, and people's minds are easily swayed. If ideals and beliefs were easily reliable, there would be no ordinary people in the world.
Moreover, the ideals of a rogue are thin and vague, so their credibility is naturally low.
Wang Ji was not a saint; he knew very well that he was only eighteen years old.
My heart contains selfishness, public interest, love, desire, dreams, and also restlessness.
He can be mature and reliable at times because he has been independent since childhood. But he is also often unrestrained and carefree, never deliberately restraining himself or pretending to be mature, because that's just how he is at that age.
He lacked the compassion of a saint to care for a criminal thug. He treated Liu Chuang as an equal at most, without really caring about him.
If there is any bond, it's the camaraderie forged during the past month of training together and the experience of fighting side-by-side. That makes us teammates and comrades-in-arms.
So he made it very clear that he was doing this for a comrade-in-arms.
In terms of feelings for Liu Chuang, he didn't feel any more than others; at most, he didn't feel any disgust, because he didn't dwell on such things.
If Liu Chuang gets better, he'll be happy; if he doesn't, it's none of his business.
Even though he saw Sun Wukong put it down now and suspected that Sun Wukong might have done it on purpose, he didn't know that before and he couldn't be sure now, but he didn't regret it.
Even if Sun Wukong said he originally wanted to save face for Liu Chuang...
He did what he was supposed to do.
"Thank you... thank you, brother... thank you..."
Wang Ji reached out and pulled Liu Chuang up, only to be met with a heartfelt bear hug from the burly man who was weeping uncontrollably. Wang Ji was speechless, and after letting go, he silently patted Liu Chuang's shoulder.
"Thank you everyone..." Liu Chuang also thanked the others.
It was lifted high, but then fell relatively gently.
Others might not have noticed Sun Wukong's angry rebuke and admonition, but Wang Ji thought it seemed like a deliberate test.
But it wasn't all a test. If Liu Chuang hadn't shown such remarkable determination, it wouldn't have been surprising if he had left with a sour expression.
Not everything can be calculated. Just as Sun Wukong might not have calculated that Wang Ji would stubbornly stand up to him, the disgust in Sun Wukong's eyes could not have been entirely feigned.
Regardless of the circumstances, Liu Chuang has chosen his own path, and whether he regrets it or not is his own business.
It had been dark for some time, but it remained completely black; dawn had not yet broken, and all sounds were about to begin.
Before he knew it, Qi Lin walked up to him and took his hand. Wang Ji was somewhat surprised to see that she was looking at him with great concern in her eyes.
...
"Procedural justice refers to the fairness of the adjudication process and the justice of legal procedures."
Before the advent of nuclear civilization, it was a legal principle that ensured judges avoided bias and favoritism.
In this child's eyes, although Sun Wukong's name is resounding and his contributions may be enormous, the beating and judgment against Liu Chuang are still illegal.
I saw in your files that this child was young…
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Angel Yan didn't pay much attention to Liu Chuang's matter. With her seven thousand years of life, she could tell at a glance that the Victorious Fighting Buddha was mostly doing it on purpose.
How could this impoverished Earth easily waste so many resources?
Of course, this is not entirely absolute. After all, a soldier of low character is very unreliable, and if he is truly beyond redemption, there is no need to give his all.
Often the focus is quite obvious, although the focus may differ from person to person. For example, before, Angel Yan and the other two angels were mostly focused on the Galactic Force, because... the Galactic Force has a deep connection with angels.
Furthermore, Angel Yan may very well have a romantic connection with the Galactic Force.
Lena's gaze was probably always fixed on her dream lover.
After that, all of them focused their attention on the little boy.
It's not because he's handsome, but because of his unwavering dedication and determination that makes it impossible to look away, and... much more.
"Mm." Lena, who had been watching the screen, nodded upon hearing this.
According to Wang Ji's information, although his parents died, his family was originally well-off. However, in this world, under the scheming of those with ulterior motives, a child really can't protect anything.
It's easy to imagine what Wang Ji went through.
He probably didn't even realize that when he stopped Sun Wukong from expelling Liu Chuang, he was unusually stubborn.
This is by no means without reason.
What Sun Wukong took for granted was probably extremely awkward in Wang Ji's eyes.
“Oh…” Angel Yan nodded.
Everyone has their own story, but this little boy's story is a bit more tragic.
She continued to look at the screen, but sometimes she would take a closer look at the chicks on the child's body and the frying pan.
His gaze was somewhat profound, and thoughtful.
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