“Plop, plop, plop…”
After a series of splashes, the ripples on the river gradually cald.
After sending those thugs to feed the fish, Shadow returned to Guan Tong’s side. Guan Tong was bowing his head, pondering the information the Bald Burly Man had given before he died.
“Wu Wang, in his twenties, likes filming, ability is tal detonation…”
This was personal intelligence about the ringleader of that thug gang.
As for the looting gang itself, they were originally a group of people who survived in the wilderness near the Beixing border city. The Bald Burly Man used to be their leader.
They had seized Wu Wang during one raid. The result was that Wu Wang turned the tables and killed or blew up about half of them on the spot, and the rest surrendered in terror.
The young man called Wu Wang naturally took over the gang and beca the new boss, continuing to lead the group in looting.
But according to the Bald Burly Man’s statent, Wu Wang wasn’t very interested in looting itself. He was more interested in filming.
The reason they ambushed Prince Lado’s convoy back then was not purely to steal Ascension Coins and items. Boss Wu Wang thought, “Blowing up the convoy of Andai State’s prince will attract attention and make great footage for a short film,” so he decided to act.
Guan Tong was surprised to hear this, but not overly so.
Since the Doomsday Rules era began, there were too many ntally abnormal people doing all kinds of things; he was no longer shocked by odd motives.
In this age, purely greedy villains are rare. More often, perpetrators have no practical reason—just venting, or bizarre motives that would have sounded ridiculous in normal tis.
Like Wu Wang right now, completely unrestrained in pursuit of filming material.
According to the Bald Burly Man’s confession, Wu Wang had been making and selling videos of this kind for a long ti. If he lacked raw footage, he would play director, staging explosive highlights himself.
What disappointed Guan Tong was that Wu Wang hadn’t shown up for the operation this ti. But the Bald Burly Man had revealed their stronghold location, so it was only a matter of going there himself.
Guan Tong glanced at the ti: 10:03.
The eting ti had been 10:00. Because he arrived early and had quickly subdued the thugs—questioned them and dealt with them—the agreed ti had passed by only three minutes.
He had to move fast; otherwise, if Wu Wang or others tried to contact the Bald Burly Man and found no response, they might relocate.
If that happened, it would be much harder to find them. After all, the account na “Photography Art WW” obviously hinted at Wu Wang, but the account’s login device was in the Bald Burly Man’s hands, which ant Wu Wang was a hands-off boss.
If Wu Wang rarely logged into Ascendant Ho, or later switched accounts, it would be difficult to identify which account really belonged to him.
Without hesitation, Guan Tong sent Shadow into action.
At top speed, Shadow reached the gang’s stronghold in just a few minutes.
It was a courtyard house on the outskirts of Antu City. The surrounding fields had once been rice paddies, but now lay fallow.
Shadow slipped into the compound and found a few thugs. None of their appearances matched Wu Wang.
According to Bald Burly Man’s description, Wu Wang always wore a hooded garnt year-round and never let his cara leave his side. Not a single one of these n fit that description.
Was the man not here?
Guan Tong ordered Shadow to carefully inspect every room but found no more people.
He activated Body Swap and instantly appeared inside the courtyard himself.
The few thugs left there hadn’t yet reacted before Shadow’s thin lines bound them tight, leaving them with no room for resistance.
After interrogating them, Guan Tong learned that their boss Wu Wang had left for the city center this morning, apparently to film material.
…
Compared to other parts of Antu City, the city center was slightly busier.
Crowds flowed along the streets, and lines of traffic could be seen along the highway.
Wu Wang was now in a half-collapsed building, looking down at the street from a third-floor window.
He planned to film material on this busy main street.
More than scenery or architecture, he liked filming people—especially those caught in sudden disasters. Their expressions were the most authentic and eye-catching. That, his buyers liked.
“First step, set the cara position.”
Wu Wang aid his portable cara at the street below and set it up, adjusting several tis until he found the perfect angle.
Then he went downstairs. He didn’t worry soone would suddenly run up and tamper with the cara. The building had collapsed mostly from an earthquake and had beco a dangerous building; nobody would co here except him.
Leaving the building, Wu Wang walked onto the street, watching the traffic as the palm concealed in his pocket twitched slightly.
Since he obtained the ability after the first Doomsday Rule, his long-held wish had been realized.
After a car accident in his school days, he had developed an intense hatred for drivers who broke traffic rules. It progressed to the point where if a driver honked or pressured him, he fantasized about killing them.
After that, every ti he encountered such situations, he would imagine having a superpower: with a clap or a snap, the offending car would explode.
Wu Wang never expected his wish to co true.
After the first Doomsday Rule ended, he acquired the special ability “tal Detonation” from the Ascension Store.
He was ecstatic and imdiately ran to the streets to test cars.
He was disappointed.
He discovered that detonating large tal objects consud a lot of Mind Power, and he didn’t have enough.
Eventually he had to carry small steel balls with him. When people annoyed him, he would discreetly toss so and detonate them to injure others.
During this, he gradually discovered his love for filming. His favorite subjects beca the terrified expressions and reactions of people after he detonated tal around them.
At first it was re private amusent, but after he posted a video online, many people asked for more. So privately contacted him to buy or commission footage, which sparked a huge creative drive in him.
Doing this satisfied his vanity with recognition and let him sell videos to earn extra Ascension Coins to accelerate his power growth — a win-win.
Wu Wang imdiately beca addicted.
He road around staging explosions and filming. Since most were small-scale and public attention focused on the Doomsday Rules, nobody noticed him.
He also kept moving after each incident, making it hard for authorities to track him.
Until the sixth rule, Fatal Blood Plague, he impersonated infected people and incited actual infected individuals to act as chief accomplices in that bloody hospital clash.
From the footage he shot during that event, he made a fortune and his fa grew in certain circles.
But the authorities noticed that video and began investigating. After the Blood Plague rule, Beixing officially declared warti state; people should avoid nonessential outings and stay in gathering points and shelters when possible… With those restrictions, Wu Wang lost all shooting opportunities.
Reluctantly, he considered filming abroad and set his sights on Andai State, thinking it would be chaotic and perfect for his footage.
After heading near the border, he encountered the looting gang led by the Bald Burly Man.
By then his Mind Power had grown considerably. Using his potent ability, he killed many and terrified the rest into submission.
Although he wasn’t keen on being the gang boss, he thought having so followers would be useful. More manpower ant more grand scenes to film.
He recruited Bald Burly Man and the others, crossed the border, and set up a base in Andai State.
They continued looting while filming, and through a chance linked up with local powerful figures… which led to the ambush on Prince Lado’s convoy.
That event produced Wu Wang’s favorite piece yet, and his clients lavished praise on it. After all, it’s rare to see footage of soone of Lado’s status being attacked.
Especially Lado’s despair when his son’s vehicle exploded, fully recorded—his clients were thrilled.
After huge profits, Wu Wang worried about international warrants, so he frad Shadow out of spite, spreading rumors that Shadow was responsible.
He didn’t fear Shadow’s revenge, confident Shadow wouldn’t know his identity or find his location. Months of no trouble only reinforced his belief.
But even great works have a shelf life. After several months, his clients were pressuring him for new material.
Wu Wang thought hard and decided to give the newly relocated Sakura Prayer Country people who had just moved here an “explosion show” as a welco—he thought it would make a great the.
He scoped locations for a while, picked a ti and place, and settled on the main avenue intersection in Antu city center.
From 10 to 12 in the morning, traffic is heaviest here—the perfect stage for his ability.
He felt the mont had co. He slid his hands out of his hoodie pockets and gently brought his palms together.
“Start.”
Boom!!!
Without warning, a supply truck driving by suddenly exploded! Parts flew, a huge fireball burst forth, and surrounding vehicles were caught in the blast, colliding and honking wildly.
Beep—beep—
“What’s happening?”
“Why did a car explode?”
Many on the street were frightened by the sudden blast, and this was exactly the reaction Wu Wang craved.
He feigned shock while continuing to trigger his ability.
Boom!!!
Another car detonated. Two passengers inside were instantly killed, terrifying nearby people and vehicles; many abandoned their cars and fled, shrieks filling the air.
Haha…
Wu Wang watched the scattering crowd, convinced the footage his cara captured would be excellent.
He turned his head toward the third-floor window of the dangerous building where he’d left his cara. The smile on his face suddenly froze.
A stranger wearing a baseball cap was reaching out to take his cara off the tripod.
Wu Wang instantly erupted in fury and sprinted toward the building.
“Hands off my cara!!!”
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