Many of the evil people in this world were not angels when they were young.
These people were bullies when young, gangsters when in their teens, criminals when grown up, frauds when old.
They were evil to the bone. It was right to love the young and respect the elderly but there was no reason to do so to these kinds of people.
Yi Yun looked as if he was looking at an idiot and said, “I brought the food. Who I want to give it to is up to me. Back then when you distributed rations, the distribution amount was determined by you. Now that I’m distributing the rations, who pleases me, I’ll give more. Those who don’t, I wouldn’t give them a single grain!”
Yi Yun’s words made it clear that he alone had the final say in the Lian tribal clan!
Yi Yun was not a merciful saint. In this world, there were people that no matter how good you were to them, they would think you could be bullied. They would not hesitate stabbing you when the opportunity arises.
Treating these kinds of people well when they ill-treated you would only be dumb. Yi Yun’s principles were whoever was good to him, he would remember it and return it multiple times. Those who had harmed him, he would demand everything back without missing a single one.
As for these children… so what if they were children. They were about fourteen-years-old, two years older than Yi Yun. Age was not an excuse. A person had be responsible for his actions!