The next morning,
in the largest square of Genosha.
Countless people had gathered early, all eager to witness how the once powerful Taylor family would be executed one by one!
So people looked at the crowd filling the square and couldn't help but complain:
"Why are there so many people? I got here at eight this morning, and I still couldn't grab a spot inside."
"Right? Today isn't even a weekend, there shouldn't be this many people."
"You don't know, but there were people waiting here last night, I heard they were mostly from the slums."
"People from the slums? What do they have against the Taylor family? They ca all this way just to see them executed?"
"I've heard that the Taylor family was heavily involved in the child abduction cases, it just wasn't reported."
"These Taylor family mbers are absolutely despicable! I know so of the things they've done, let tell you…"
Various voices of discussion erged from the crowd,
and in the middle of the square, Mark, Sam, and a few others from the slums were intently watching the procession of the Taylor family mbers.
Under the gaze of the crowd,
the Taylor family mbers kept their heads down, kneeling on the hard ground.
Many emotionally charged onlookers began to throw trash at them, such as rotting vegetable leaves and rotten eggs.
"Damn it! How dare you do this, you filthy peasants! You're all just a bunch of scum!" Zane roared madly!
He was the only one who continued to struggle wildly at this point.
"I'm not wrong! You're all just scum, and you deserve to be bullied, it's what you all deserve!" Zane knelt on the ground, his back straight.
There was no way he would bow down and admit his mistakes in front of these peasants!
Not only that, but Zane also shouted at the nearby Taylor family mbers, "Get up, what are you doing? The Taylor family shouldn't be so humble! Stand up!"
At that mont,
a figure appeared in front of Zane, Charles walked over.
The instant Zane saw Charles, he desperately wanted to get up from the ground, but unfortunately, the guards nearby imdiately kicked him in the knee.
The intense pain made him cry out, and with a pained hiss, Zane stared at Charles like a vengeful spirit and said:
"It's all your fault! Damn you, Charles! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point!"
Charles remained expressionless, his gaze slightly lowered as he looked at Zane's miserable state, and calmly said, "Bla ? The things you and the Taylor family did, wanting benefits without facing the consequences, is just naive."
"Zane, your family has committed countless atrocities! This outco is your own doing, and it has nothing to do with Charles." soone from the crowd imdiately chid in.
Zane desperately lifted his head, glaring fiercely at the person who spoke up for Charles.
This was soone he knew, not just knew, but soone he had once tried hard to please.
Now, seeing the entire Taylor family imprisoned and this person turning to speak for their enemy, Charles, was utterly disgusting!
"Charles, I swear I won't let you get away with this!" Zane continued to shout madly.
Many people from the slums, upon hearing this, imdiately threw the trash they had prepared at Zane.
In just a matter of seconds, Zane was covered in garbage, including dead fish and rotten shrimp, surrounding him completely.
Even the guards responsible for overseeing the execution couldn't help but take a step back, holding their breath.
"Damn it! Damn it! You filthy peasants, I will not let you go!" Zane could no longer contain himself.
His madness and defiance were rely a facade before death.
In the past, he was the son of the head of the Taylor family, the future heir, and he could have anything he wanted, no one dared to insult him in front of his face.
There were countless people wanting to curry favor with him, and wherever he went, as soon as he revealed his identity, a large crowd would gather around him in no ti.
And now, his father, Benson, was dead, and he had beco a prisoner kneeling on the ground, waiting for death to co.
Not only that, but he also had to endure the insults of the poor!
Zane gritted his teeth, trying to appear more indifferent, but as the ti drew closer to his execution, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Soon,
under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the ti had co!
"No, I don't want to die, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" One after another, voices cried out,
those were the last words of the outermost Taylor family mbers before their heads were chopped off.
Listening to the screams not far away, Zane trembled even more, carefully stealing glances to the side.
Leo, soone he had been familiar with, the one who used to teach at Cyber Academy, now had his bloody head on the floor, staring wide-eyed at Zane.
"Ahhhhh! No, Charles, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please let go just this once, I beg you!" Zane instinctively kept bowing down to the ground,
his face filled with fear and regret as he kept saying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have gone against you. I apologize, I'll make ands, please, help ."
"You haven't realized your mistakes, you just know you're about to die." Charles said, looking expressionlessly at Zane, who was bowing and pleading for forgiveness.
He felt no sympathy in his heart, let alone any desire to help Zane.
Just a couple of days ago, Jamie had told him quite a bit about the Taylor family.
As Benson's son, Zane had committed nurous misdeeds, coercing others and casually murdering many.
Moreover, the infamous Level Four Beast Master from the underground world, Chad, had taken the forbidden miracle drug given by the Taylor family.
He nearly posed a threat to Charles, not to ntion that afterward, the Taylor family had directly silenced Chad's mother and sister.
Such actions made it truly hard to feel any sympathy.
As ti passed slowly, the executioner responsible for the beheading approached Zane. At this mont, Zane seed oblivious, still bowing down to Charles in a frenzy, begging for forgiveness.
Or perhaps he sensed death approaching and was unwilling to face it. Regardless, as the large blade fell, Zane's head was completely severed from his body.
Warm blood sprayed everywhere, but Charles had already prepared himself and dodged, not getting a single drop of blood on him.
Zane's head rolled on the ground, still bearing an expression—Charles glanced at it and noticed the look of regret.
"I can't tell if you regret doing bad things or if you regret being caught and ending up like this. I presu it's the latter." Charles said softly.
At that mont, the crowd behind them suddenly stirred,
soone crossed the boundary like a wild beast, limping toward Zane's corpse.
A nearby soldier was about to stop him but was halted by Charles,
for this was soone he recognized—the cripple he encountered that night at Cross Street, who had also lost his daughter.
More and more people surged forward like a tide, their faces twisted with wild anger and grief.
Charles could hardly fathom how two extre expressions could coexist on human faces—irrational rage and the sorrow of losing loved ones, constantly alternating and ultimately rging.
Facing the already lifeless Zane, these people did not spare him, instead, they took various objects and began to smash and hit Zane's corpse.
The first one to reach Zane was the cripple, who shockingly picked up Zane's head and opened his mouth, biting down frantically.
Tears stread down his face, and blood and flesh filled his mouth, on that ordinary face, pain and confusion flickered constantly.
"Ahhhh! Daughter, mother, wife, I've waited for this day!"
Such a scene made it hard for people to watch, many closed their eyes, and so soldiers bent over, gagging repeatedly.
Charles's gaze did not waver at all, he looked at the cripple before him, unsure of what to say.
At that mont, the cripple, who had been frantically gnawing on Zane's flesh, slowly pulled a towel from his pocket and carefully wiped the blood off his face and hands.
Once he had cleaned himself up, he knelt on the ground and began to bow toward Charles repeatedly.
"Thank you, Mr. Charles, thank you..."
Charles was about to intervene when he noticed sothing was wrong with the cripple, blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
In an instant, Charles appeared by his side, urgently asking:
"What's wrong? Did you poison yourself?"
"Mr. Charles, there's no need to save , I no longer have the will to live. My family is waiting for ." the cripple replied, spitting out blood.
So of the blood and flesh he had just consud were now being vomited out, he imdiately covered his mouth, waiting for death to co.
"Your family is waiting for you? What about your mother? Don't you have a wife?" Charles asked,
but he received no answer.
The cripple closed his eyes.
At that mont, Mark walked over and explained, "His mother and wife have already committed suicide."
Upon hearing this, Charles was taken aback and slowly turned to look at Mark.
Mark stared at Zane's head, which was unrecognizable from being gnawed on, and continued, "He asked a question that I didn't know the answer to. Now it seems he has found his answer."
"What do you an?" Charles asked, his mouth opening stiffly as he spoke.
Mark didn't elaborate much, he slowly knelt down. This action caused the frenzied crowd, which had been smashing Zane's corpse into a pulp, to gradually calm down.
They wiped their blood-soaked faces and, following Mark's lead, knelt down as well.
Hundreds of people knelt before Charles on the blood-soaked square, surrounded by corpses.
"Mr. Charles, thank you!"
"No one speaks up for us, only you!"
"You are our hero!"
Charles was at a loss for words, he could only clench his fists tightly.
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