My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1673

Ryan glanced at Nash with a complicated expression and confused eyes.

Although he was a bit mischievous as a child and often got into fights with people from neighboring villages, he had been working diligently since entering society. He had never done anything outrageous.

After killing that Western cultivator, he could not sleep well for the next two days.

Nash smiled faintly. "What do you think?"

With nothing else to do, Nash decided to tell Ryan about his experiences working as the Smiling Grim Reaper since he was 16.

After hearing Nash's story, Ryan felt the urge to kneel before Nash.

The Nash he had always protected since childhood had been going abroad to carry out various assassination missions since he was 16. His KDA was even in the five digits. If Nash hadn't said it himself, he would never have believed it.

Nash exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, "There's a saying in the cultivation world that the world is unkind and treats all things as dust. Ordinary people are bound by laws, but cultivators transcend the realm of ordinary people.

"Although the country has departments to regulate them, they can only control those relatively ordinary warriors. As long as you stick to your original intention and know who should be killed and who should not, then you're just and can stand at the highest point to establish rules!"

Ryan pondered Nash's words thoughtfully. After a moment, his guilt dissipated, and a hint of coldness flashed in his dim eyes.

"You're right. There was a time when the Western powers bullied our country, and I regret not being able to serve my country faithfully at that time. Now that I have the ability, I should contribute to the country. Those unscrupulous Western cultivators are the targets we should suppress!"

Men would do anything in their means for riches and power.

Both Drakonian cultivators and Western cultivators understood the dangers in the secret realm.

Judging from the fact that the Western cultivator attacked Ryan as soon as he saw him, it was clear that Western cultivators would not show mercy to Drakonian cultivators.

In that case, why should Ryan show pity to them?

"Nash, can you tell where this skull came from?"

Ryan extinguished his cigarette and looked up at the cracked skull. "This thing is incredibly tough. Even my full-force blow couldn't damage it!"

Nash shook his head. "I'm not sure. It might be from a god of the West."

Ryan licked his lips and smirked. "Do you think we can make some good stuff out of this skull?"

"Forge it into a weapon?"

Nash looked at Ryan in surprise. Frankly, the same thought had come to his mind.