"Humph… A paradise?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Perhaps for you."
He worked his neck and lifted his head to say, "Their piety comes from deceit, and their contentment comes from ignorance. They have no complaints… because they are too afraid to do so.
"You rear these people like pigs, deciding where they live, what they should wear, and what they need to do. And the scariest thing is that you control their thoughts and deprive them of their freedom."
Feng Bujue's icy gaze pierced York Corben. "Do not act like your family's dictatorship is a service for the villagers. No matter how you try to explain it… everything that has happened was to preserve the dominance of your family, to ensure your perpetual superiority."