Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 140 The Collapse of Humanity (1)

There are more and more people.

Some people don't believe it at all, dismiss it as a joke.

Some people shook their heads and turned away, seemingly worried about getting themselves into trouble.

Some people were skeptical, looking around nervously.

Some people were filled with anger and righteous indignation.

If that's the case, then these disaster relief grains were meant to help these disaster victims, so why were they being embezzled by Luo Yuheng, leaving them with only one meal a day? They can't do anything except barely survive.
That's all their food, their...

In fact, most people don't have much judgment, especially in this era when there are very few educated people, and many people's thinking is easily influenced by others.

Anger began to spread among the crowd.

As more and more people focused their attention on him, the middle-aged man became even more excited. He enjoyed the feeling, and even his face, which had been pale and sallow from hunger, flushed red.

"No way, you guys actually believe what this guy says?" Just then, a young man said irritably, "This guy's name is Wang Erlaizi. He's a notorious scoundrel in our hometown. You actually believe what this kind of person says?"

Wang Erlaizi's face instantly darkened, filled with shame and panic as if his true colors had been exposed. His eyes darted around as he looked at his surroundings, and when he found that not many people seemed to be affected, he felt much more at ease.

"Wang Chao, get out of here, this is none of your business." Wang Erlaizi cursed. He and the other party were from the same village. Wang Chao was a hunter with immense strength, able to fight jackals and leopards with his bare hands. Therefore, he was considered to be living well in the village. Normally, Wang Erlaizi would not dare to provoke him, but now that he saw that many people around him were on his side, he suddenly became bold.

Wang Chao was too hungry to have much strength left, and he didn't bother arguing with this Wang Erlaizi. He just pursed his lips and turned to leave.

Wang Erlaizi then spoke again: "Let me tell you, this is a very complicated situation, and most people can't handle it."

"Do you know why Luo Yuheng took on this disaster relief work himself? It's because there's a lot of money to be made from disaster relief funds and grain, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid you'll be shocked if I told you, but this time, the Princess's residence will get at least several thousand taels of silver for disaster relief..."

Even though he was eloquent, his knowledge was still a bit shallow. In Wang Erlaizi's eyes, several thousand taels of silver was already a huge sum.

Sure enough, a chorus of exclamations erupted from all around.

In another area, a man in his mid-twenties frowned as he picked up all the crumbs of steamed bun that had fallen onto his clothes and stuffed them into his mouth.

Even so, the feeling of hunger still lingered in his heart and was hard to dispel. Just then, he saw a little boy of seven or eight years old, carrying a broken bowl in one hand and a cornbread in the other, staggering towards an old man lying on the ground unable to move.

The dark gray cornbread made the young man's throat tighten. A wicked thought welled up in his chest, and he could no longer suppress it. He suddenly jumped up from the ground, rushed to the little child, snatched the cornbread from the child, and stuffed it into his mouth, biting off half of it in one go. The little child was terrified. Facing a grown man much taller than himself, he felt an instinctive fear, but thinking of his grandfather, he stood on tiptoe, trying to snatch the cornbread back from the young man. Unfortunately, the difference in strength between them was too great.

The young man snatched the porridge from the little child's hand and then kicked him in the chest, sending the little body flying.

"Get out of my way, or I'll eat you too."

After cursing, the young man quickly swallowed the cornbread, then raised his head and gulped down a bowl of thin porridge. With a flick of his wrist, he smashed the broken bowl into the little child's face.

With dirty hands, I rubbed my stomach and finally felt less hungry.

Not far away, there was a man in his forties. I don't know what he used to do, but he had a fierce aura about him. His eyes, as big as copper bells, looked around. Wherever his eyes fell, most of the disaster victims dared not meet his gaze and subconsciously looked away.

He seemed to be searching for some goal.

My body felt inexplicably hot, and a hand covered in dirt had somehow reached down to my crotch, doing something I didn't know.

Unwittingly, a figure came into view.

She was a woman, thin and bony, with no flesh on her body.

It must have been intentional; her face was smeared with mud, and her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest—she looked worse than a beggar on the street. The man chuckled, guessing this little wench was afraid of encountering someone like him. But the man didn't care. At this time, it was rare to encounter a woman; why be picky? Thinking this, he got up and walked straight towards the woman. The woman seemed to sense something, looked up, and her eyes showed fear. She shrank back, but there was nowhere to hide among the disaster victims.

Within seconds, the woman was cornered by the man, who completely disregarded the other disaster victims nearby. He roared and pounced on her, tearing at her clothes with his dirty hands.

The woman was terrified and screamed for help, struggling desperately.

However, all around were starving and weak disaster victims, and this burly man was clearly not someone to be trifled with, so no one dared to come and help.

As for struggling, it was completely useless. The man's rough hands gripped the woman's wrists and pressed them to the ground, while his knee slammed heavily into her abdomen. Only then did the man have a chance to take off his clothes: "Little lady, just give in to me. Don't worry, if you follow me, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury..."

"Oh, you're pretty arrogant, aren't you? You think you're in charge of the East Gate?"

Just then, a strange, sarcastic voice came from behind.

The man's face turned ugly as his good time was interrupted. He turned around and cursed loudly, "Damn it, who dares to interrupt my good time? Believe me or not, I'll kill them..."

Swish.

Before he could finish speaking, a gleaming steel knife was placed directly against the man's neck. The biting coldness instantly sent shivers down the man's spine.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly before he looked at the five people—three men and two women—who had appeared behind him. One woman was voluptuous and alluringly gentle, the other slender and beautiful; neither could compare to the woman beneath him. Two burly men flanked a young boy in the middle. Judging from their attire alone, they were clearly important people. His fierce expression quickly transformed into obsequiousness, and he bowed and scraped, saying, "We didn't know you were important, we've disturbed you, please forgive us."

"This is my wife. I just haven't been able to have sex with her for a long time, and I couldn't hold back. Please excuse my poor performance."

At that moment, Song Yan understood what it meant to be arrogant at first and then obsequious.

He ignored the man, only glancing at the woman's terrified expression, and already understood the situation: "Take her away!"

Zhang Long stepped forward and grabbed the man's head.

Despite his previous swagger, this man was like a little chick in Zhang Long's hands, with no room to struggle.

Similar situations are playing out everywhere.

The situation in the disaster camp was worse than he had anticipated.

Morality has become increasingly difficult to provide constraints.

Humanity and order have reached the point of collapse.

This is just the beginning. If it continues for a few more days, the order may completely collapse, and even more shocking things may happen.

This breakdown occurred due to Song Yan's indulgence.

Song Yan had a very important plan for these disaster victims, because only through this method could the bad apples among them be exposed.

Then, one can establish one's authority by taking heads.

You could call this entrapment, but in any case, it's the most convenient and quickest way. Song Yan doesn't have that much time to examine everyone's character.

Clang, clang, clang...

The gong rang out, its piercing sound echoing in the ears of every refugee.

The time to kill has come!

(End of this chapter)