726: Chapter 712: Scars 726: Chapter 712: Scars “…I just need the list.”
The young man raised his head, and though his snowy-white blind eyes had no focal point, everyone present felt as if they were seen through completely.
Even the Decree-level strongn didn’t dare move an inch at that mont, as if there was a fearso behemoth behind them eyeing them ravenously, their demise imminent.
The truth was, the stronger they were, the more fear and unease they experienced when faced with those blind eyes.
The pressure vanished in the next mont, simply because Lu Ping’an withdrew his “gaze” and returned to his room to read, despite the big hole in it.
“So strange…”
“He’s really only seventeen years old…”
In fact, nobody dared to look straight into Lu Ping’an’s blind-like pupils at that mont…well, and afterwards it seed like nobody dared anymore either.
Perhaps this was only a minor incident, but it indeed made soone very upset.
And when he got upset, many others would naturally beco upset as well.
So, the killing started.
The young man who had always been aloof and carefree, “Master Lu,” the one who had been in the resting area drinking tea and reading, the “ornant” who had sohow occupied the leading position in the eyes of the refugees….
“…
Heh, so, your blood is also red.”
Discarding the half-bisected Aus person with a dumbfounded, disbelieving expression, the young man smiled as he looked at the convoy before him.
Just one second ago, the ambushing Aus people were instead jumped on by this young man.
After a brief mont of shock and disbelief, the Vortex Stone weapons were fired upon imdiately, enraged Aus professionals picked up their weapons, and reckless drivers charged in with modified Jeeps.
Then.
Bullets shattered.
Weapons broke.
People were divided and torn apart.
And the vehicle…
still remained.
“…I am very frugal.”
With a gentle lift, the young man twisted soone into a at-roll, careful not to splash blood on the vehicle.
What happened?
Why did everyone die in an instant?!
The farthest gunman, astonished and frightened, looked around frantically, but their surroundings remained empty.
“…Semi-automatic?
Interesting.”
Unbeknownst to him, his gun was already in the hands of the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, though the ornant on the gun seed familiar…
“My hands…”
“Noisy.”
Smiling, Lu Ping’an gently crushed the man’s head.
By the ti the disaster-struck convoy arrived, all they saw was a scene covered in blood, and Lu Ping’an sitting on a car quietly reading with his teeth…
his hands were already blood-red, with nowhere to wipe them properly.
“Oh, thank you.”
ow ca over and handed him a towel.
But she had one tail trembling anxiously and the other standing erect.
She’d never seen Lu Ping’an like this before…
“It’s alright.
I was just stretching my bones.
The real fun is still to co…”
Lu Ping’an was still smiling faintly as he sat down at the driver’s seat, ready to drive the newly acquired toy and join the convoy.
“Boom!”
Uh, it seed he needed to go back to the big vehicle and read.
“…I’m a bit unsuitable for Aus people’s car settings.
Their accelerator settings are weird, and I suspect this car hasn’t even passed its annual inspection…”
“Yep, that’s right, exactly, ow.” ow nodded hastily, agreeing with whatever was said.
Lu Ping’an smiled, stroked ow’s head, and helped smooth out its fur, attempting to calm it down…uh, judging by its erect twin tails, the calming effect seems minimal.
Next, he used his bloodstained hands to rub the cat’s face, squeezing out a round, chubby cheek.
“Petting a cat surely is good for one’s health…
Don’t worry, An Xin, I’m quite normal, it’s all good.”
“Abnormal people would say the sa, ow.”
Lu Ping’an smiled again but didn’t say anything further.
As for murderous intent or anger, venting a little bit is enough.
Since he had already decided to pay blood for blood, cold rationality was more valuable than overflowing wrath.
Whatever he had to do, he would just do it.
Shouting and yelling were pointless and only made him appear weak.
“Alright, we need to unify our thoughts here…”
When Lu Ping’an chose to stand up, there was no need for any other leaders…
As an “outsider,” Wang Xier had no standing nor would she be foolish enough to try to stop Lu Ping’an’s “revenge” at this ti.
“I heard your whole family was killed, right?”
With just one sentence, Lu Ping’an left the other man speechless.
As the man was about to say sothing, a microphone was shoved into his hand.
“Go ahead and vent your hatred on the public frequency.
Tell us how your wife died, how your daughter was humiliated right in front of you.
The more details, the better…”
Lu Ping’an spoke calmly, asking the recently devastated victim to publicly share their scars.
The man was instantly enraged, but in the next mont, his anger turned to astonishnt due to Lu Ping’an’s following words…
“…
Do you believe in karma?
I don’t.
Otherwise, so people would have already gone to hell.
So when I have grievances or sothing’s bugging , I take care of it myself.
Haha, I know you want to say we’re different – you’re a bit soft, a bit weak – but is there really nothing you can do…
Co, press the microphone button, ask your fellow humans for help.”
Lu Ping’an paused, his calm tone stirring emotions akin to those of a devil.
“…
Since you’re weak, cry and request your fellow humans to avenge you.
After all, you’ve lost everything; there’s nothing left to be ashad of.
Rember, the more details about the bastards who killed your loved ones, the better.
The more heinous their actions, the better.
Maybe a Decree-level boss will chase them down for you…”
The man held the microphone, tears streaming down his face.
He didn’t even need to exaggerate; his experiences were like a nightmare, even worse than the most horrendous tale.
“…Don’t worry about being accused of abusing the public frequency.
That frequency is mine.
I own the radio tower so I have control over it,” Lu Ping’an joked lightheartedly.
Naturally, the man, filled with hatred, began to share his story.
“…My na is Zhao Donglai.
I have a daughter, who’s twelve this year.
Her smile is so sweet, so sweet, *sob*…” As he spoke, the man choked up with a mory of his daughter’s smile and couldn’t go on.
Cries mixed with sobs echoed through the radio frequency; it seed all listeners were destined for a sleepless night.
“Anyone else…
Haha, it seems I underestimated you all.”
As Lu Ping’an wondered if there was anyone else who wanted to go next, he looked back and saw a crowd with resentful faces approaching.
So had their faces twisted into knots, staring at the transmitter as if it was the enemy’s remains.
Lu Ping’an shrugged and stepped aside, making a queue.
“When we’re on the road later, you can co to my room.
There’s communication equipnt there.
Take your ti, everyone will have their turn…”
The calm-faced Lu Ping’an left the still-smoking jeep behind and swiftly climbed into his own vehicle.
He noticed the complicated expression on Wang Xier’s face when she was waiting for him.
“You’re inciting hatred, inciting war, and many people will die because of it…” Wang Xier’s face was sowhat ugly, as if she had already seen the world burning and rivers of blood flowing.
Hearing that, Lu Ping’an burst into laughter.
“Haha, is that so kind of hellish joke…”
Lu Ping’an shook his head, genuinely amused.
“…
It’s as if you think we’re not in a war already, as if there are other options besides killing each other.”
As he spoke, Lu Ping’an’s laughter grew louder.
Then, Lu Ping’an looked at Wang Xier with pity and sympathy in his eyes.
“Kid, maybe you should have your head checked; you’re too…
Ahem, naïve.”
With that, he patted her shoulder, ignoring his livid “superior,” and walked away.
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