Take a sip.

"So you two are British."

The man who first received them said indifferently, "Look at the good things you have done, don't you represent justice? Is this your justice?"

"Don't we represent justice?" Phil asked blankly.

"Even if it happens again ten thousand times"

Wei Ran looked at the man and said seriously, "Even if we are pushed into the toilet and drowned a million times, we will repeat every combat mission we performed in the war a million times. This is

justice."

"What about Barbara?"

A woman who looked to be in her fifties came over and asked, "Is the child in her belly also righteous?"

"That's not justice"

Wei Ran sighed and said, "That was the ugliest aspect of the war that was over."

In the long silence, everyone seemed to have lost interest in talking or even attacking the two "Englishmen". They just hung their heads and sat or stood waiting patiently.

"There seems to be a fire in the house!"

Just at this moment, the crowd let out an exclamation of surprise, and Wei Ran also looked up at the wooden house not far away, and saw the steaming fire in the second floor window.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!