The slums, a rooftop in the distance.
Fang Ze, clad in a black robe, stood on the rooftop alongside One Two Three, who was also donned in black.
Behind One Two Three, there were more than a dozen thick vines, which clearly had hurled the arrows with their tendrils.
Gazing at the chaotic scene in the distance, Fang Ze then said to One Two Three, "What do you think... will the Security Bureau intervene if those two groups of Awakeners start fighting?"
"If they do intervene, should we attack them or run?"
One Two Three tilted his head, looking puzzled, evidently not quite understanding what Fang Ze was saying.
After a mont of thought, Fang Ze then said, "Forget it. Who cares! Let's go, One Two Three!"
Upon hearing Fang Ze's words, the vines behind One Two Three propelled him upwards, and he leaped high into the air before crashing down onto the street like a cannonball.
As a being with the power of a high-tier Awakener, facing a group of ordinary people was akin to being an efficient killing machine.
The vines shot out with great speed, each one claiming a fresh life.
mbers of the gang initially tried to fight back, but upon realizing they were not even close to the sa level, they too started to despair.
The fate that befell the slum dwellers was now happening to them.
So, they began to flee in a frantic, scattered rush.
The twenty or so Martial Artists, initially eager to face One Two Three in combat,
but before they could even approach, the vines from One Two Three lashed out, piercing through their chests.
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A one-sided slaughter!
At this mont, both Miaomiao and the slum dwellers on the street were dumbstruck.
They had never anticipated such an unexpected turn of events.
They had all braced themselves for the end, but to their surprise, a tall figure in a black robe had leapt out to save them.
This unleashed infinite hope in the hearts of the desperate slum dwellers.
At this mont, Miaomiao, dumbfounded, watched the black-robed figure in front of her fiercely slaughtering, and after attempting to speak several tis, she eventually managed to ask the question weighing on her mind, "Is... is it Lord Devil who sent you to save us?"
Upon hearing her question, One Two Three paused, then nodded his head.
Miaomiao's eyes slowly filled with light.
Tears stread down her face as she covered her mouth, knelt down, and bowed in the direction of so distant place, "Lord Devil! Thank you! Thank you!"
Seeing her like this, the slum dwellers were a bit at a loss.
They looked at each other.
A mont later, "Thump!" was the sound as Pang was the first to also kneel down, joining Miaomiao in expressing their gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Devil! Thank you, Lord Devil!"
With her leading, more and more people, stimulated by the enormous fear of life and death, began to kneel and offer their heartfelt thanks to a great existence they neither knew the location of nor the form of.
And just then, suddenly, a long sigh ca from afar, "Ah, foolish people. What Lord Devil."
"I'll tell you, the entity protecting you is nothing but a slightly stronger Disaster Creature."
"In the eyes of us Awakeners, it's just an ant."
"Do not think that just because you defeated my Puppets, you can defeat !"
Along with the voice, the Awakener who had been waiting in the wings tore his clothes apart, revealing bulging, massive muscles, then stepped forward.
He was a middle-aged bald man with a scar across half of his face that added to his already intimidating appearance with his muscular build.
Smirking at One Two Three, he clenched his fists and advanced step by step.
With every step he took, the stone pavent beneath his feet cracked and splintered.
And with each step, his aura grew stronger!
Even though his stature wasn't particularly tall, he exuded a pressure akin to that of a mountain.
The once noisy street seed to fall silent because of him.
Even the slum dwellers bowing down could only stare blankly at him, too intimidated to speak.
And just at that mont, suddenly, a loud booming sound ca from afar.
"Buzz!"
A silvery gleam on a spear, with flas in its wake, shot forth from the distance!
Startled by the noise, he turned his head in alarm!
Before he could make out what it was, there was a sharp "crack!"
Half of his head exploded like a firework.
And with that, half his eyes wide with disbelief and blood splattering, he slowly toppled to the ground!
Perhaps even to his death, he could not have imagined that he, a mighty Awakener, would die in such a manner here....
From a distance, on the rooftop, Fang Ze clenched six crystals and spit contemptuously, "That'll show you to act tough!"
A mont later, the crystals slowly disintegrated into ashes, disappearing from this world...
......
And so, after even the most troubleso Awakener of the gang was taken down by Fang Ze with a single spear thrust, everything else beca easy to handle.
Guided by Miaomiao and the impoverished, One Two Three and Nv Dao divided the tasks and cooperated, one stabbing the Martial Artists and the Awakeners, the other slashing the gang mbers.
They fought like they were in a state of unstoppable fury throughout the slums, swords rising and falling without pause, unblinkingly taking lives in a relentless onslaught.
The pair sent over two hundred gangsters, several dozen Martial Artists, and the remaining two Awakeners straight to et Lord Devil.
Originally, this eradication campaign had only the impoverished from Miaomiao's streets guiding and helping.
But gradually, as residents from other streets in the slum noticed that soone was taking out the gang, more and more impoverished people began to join in spontaneously.
Over the years, they had no idea how much humiliation they had suffered at the hands of this gang.
Now they finally had the chance for revenge. They had drumd up the courage to avenge themselves and their families!
The conflict escalated greatly, and it wasn't until late into the night that the eradication ca to a halt.
The entire slum was drenched in blood, with the corpses and remains of gang mbers strewn everywhere.
They were left behind forever in the wicked place they once terrorized...
After the campaign ended, all the impoverished who had taken part gathered in Miaomiao's street, surrounding Miaomiao, Nv Dao, and One Two Three.
Watching the current situation from afar, Fang Ze actually felt sowhat helpless and troubled.
He truly hadn't expected that a rescue operation for Miaomiao would turn out like this.
As the saying goes, to cut the grass, one must remove the roots, so it was necessary to kill every single mber of the gang without exception.
But... how did so many other impoverished people get involved?
What should he do about this?
In the midst of his headache, down on the street, Miaomiao looked at the dense crowd of impoverished people below her.
It was unclear whether it was because she had voluntarily stood up to die for her neighbors today, shedding her timidity, or if Mr. Devil had given her an imnse courage.
Regardless, she was no longer as cowardly as before.
Her dark eyes fixed on the impoverished below her, and then with her hands raised, she used her clear, yet trembling voice to call out loudly, "Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, little brothers and sisters, please quiet down and listen to !"
As key figures in the operation, the impoverished had seen that the terrifying Black Clothed person and Disaster Creature were always prioritizing the protection of the girl.
After talking with neighbors from Miaomiao's street, everyone gradually learned that the whole event originated with Miaomiao, and that these two powerful individuals were summoned by her.
Although unclear about the girl's relationship with them, when she spoke, the impoverished people below gradually fell silent.
Miaomiao's youthful face surveyed the crowd below, her expression soft yet resolute, as she excitedly said, "Before, we have all endured exploitation and abuse from the gang."
"We wanted to resist but had no opportunity."
"But Lord Devil, hearing our pleas, sent his servant from the heavens to help us drive away those who have been exploiting and maltreating us!"
"Tonight, we should all thank Mr. Devil!"
"Thank him for rescuing us from a dire fate!"
"Thank him for saving all of us!"
Having said that, she was the first to kneel on the ground, then shouted loudly, "Thanks to Lord Devil! Thank you for your salvation! May you always protect us!"
Seeing Miaomiao kneel, the impoverished spectators looked at each other, exchanging glances.
After a mont, one after another, they began to kneel as well.
They were the lowest stratum of this world.
In a world where strength ruled, no one cared about them, and no one paid attention to them.
They lived tenaciously like weeds rooted in the filth of the sewers.
And today, it seed a light had shone into their lives.
Although they were uncertain about the future, surely it couldn't be worse than the gang's rule, could it?
Thus, quickly, the impoverished people in the street kneeled down one by one, then all started to chant, "Bless us, Lord Devil, thank you, Lord Devil."
From a distance, on the rooftop, "Lord Devil" Fang Ze rubbed his head with a headache, watching the scene unravel.
What the heck is this...
How did things get so out of control...
Isn't this potentially taboo in this world?
I better not get caught by the Security Bureau.
I was planning, after interrogating Cui Xuemin and ensuring that the Late-Night Investigation Room was safe, to cooperate with the Security Bureau...
...
anwhile, as Fang Ze was lost in his whirlwind thoughts,
sothing he was unaware of was unfolding...
In the void, inside the Late-Night Investigation Room,
with the impoverished people's repeated prostrations, wisps of white smoke began to mysteriously appear...
No sooner had they materialized than they were slowly absorbed by the ancient iron door, decorated with the pattern of [One]...
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