April 6.
When Chen Yun got home in the early morning, he acted as if nothing had happened. He listened to the radio while intently typing away on his computer.
Apparently unaffected by the incident before.
In fact, his typing speed was even slightly faster.
Murder was nothing new to Chen Yun. He was used to it.
Even if he tortured someone to death, it didn't stir any emotions within him.
Humans have the capacity for empathy, and Chen Yun was no exception.
However, aside from a few psychopaths, most people do not empathize with snakes, insects, rodents, and pests, let alone microscopic bacteria and viruses.
Chen Yun felt the same way about the fugitive.
He'd never considered him to be on the same level of existence, hardly able to empathize at all.
Not to mention that the man was a revolting piece of scum.
Chen Yun certainly wouldn't have any sympathy for this kind of trash.
It was as normal as dusting off a speck of dirt.
