This is the most innocent moment in Zhou Li's entire life.
He admits that he indeed has drawn quite a bit of hatred, some people might harbor a tiny, insignificant bit of resentment against him due to some little explosions and some minor accidents. This is all understandable because the roots of hatred stem from disagreements, and there's no way he and those historical-digging opponents could ever get along, so harboring hatred is inevitable.
And the benevolent saint, the supreme Zhou Li, chose to forgive these people's anger, even if the hatred was directed at him, even if they wanted to cut him into pieces, mince, and chop him up, he was still compliant with them.
What can I say after swallowing all that.
But the problem is, this time, Zhou Li is very innocent.
Extremely innocent.
I haven't even had the chance to set off the explosion yet, and you guys are already trying to kill me; isn't this a bit too unfair?
