This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 71 "Is there no one to provide him with hospice care?"

"I'm Nie Weiyang."

If the name in this sentence were changed, the "big brother" might think, "Just because you tell me the name, I should know it? Just because you call for someone by name, I should let him go?"

But this name is Nie Weiyang.

Should……

Should I know?

...Oh, I really know...

Looking at the light screen that flashed beside Nie Weiyang, that name that could not be false, that title that could not be false, the level number of 17, and the events recorded on it that completely matched the system announcement... fine drops of cold sweat slid down from the 'big brother's' hair, flowed into his collar, and soaked the clothes on his back.

Although personal information can be adjusted when displayed externally, it is only a self-selected information card display option, and the specific content displayed cannot be changed by yourself.

So, Nie Weiyang?! The one who killed a boss right after the game started, the one who clearly had connections to the Chinese military? Why would he be here looking for someone?

Looking at the murderous aura on this person that even ordinary desperadoes wouldn't dare to look at twice, what's the difference between this and letting me meet the world boss?
'Big Brother' felt Nie Weiyang's gaze on him, and he swallowed slowly.

As the leader, surrendering... or surrendering in the eyes of his subordinates, is a fatal thing.

In comparison, for a strong man like Nie Weiyang, if he is willing to pay a price, perhaps the situation can be slightly improved.

Because in his understanding, the strong always excel at sacrificing the weak and smoothing over conflicts. Now that everyone has arrived in this new world, freed from the constraints of previous laws and regulations, he doesn't think a strong person would turn against him for these weak people - why would he? The law of the jungle is a natural law, and humans are particularly adept at it. All that hypocritical morality and disgusting justice are, in the final analysis, just a disguise, an excuse.

As long as you give him an opportunity and some benefits, everyone can be used by him!
Speaking of which, Mr. Nie's power and connections...

"Hello, Mr. Nie." 'Big Brother' gave a seemingly calm fake smile and extended a hand to Nie Weiyang: "I am Chen Hu, the big brother of the Baohu Camp."

Nie Weiyang's eyebrows and eyes were covered by sunglasses, but his expression remained unchanged in the exposed parts. He was not surprised that the other party did not collapse - he had not taken it seriously at all.

Besides, how can you manage more than a hundred people without this ability?

However, Nie Weiyang didn't even look at the hand that the other party extended. Instead, he glanced inside the cave and turned to the nervous young teacher beside him and gave an order: "Bring the people out and count the number of people."

The male teacher's expression froze. He stole a glance at Chen Hu, whose smile was frozen. After a moment's thought, he quickly ran into the cave and shouted to his students, "Pack your things! Pack your things! The government officials are here to pick us up!"

"Ah?! Oh!!!" The students in the camp shouted loudly and quickly stuffed everything they could take away into their backpacks - running away these days is much easier than before the apocalypse!
Nie Weiyang had no objection to this person's behavior of using a big banner to cover up his own shortcomings. Without this kind of energy, he would not have been able to keep the students here for a full half month.

At this moment, Chen Hu's expression had completely turned cold. He withdrew his hand and winked at his younger brothers to slowly surround Nie Weiyang.

"Mr. Nie, there are no laws now," he said slowly, his voice gradually becoming threatening. "There are fifty or sixty of us here, and you only have yourself..."

Nie Weiyang watched the teachers and students of Lianhe No. 1 High School gather outside the cave. After a quick headcount, the teacher approached him, "We've completed the headcount, Mr. Nie... Actually, there are still three people..."

With Nie Weiyang's tacit approval, he shouted to Lu Ran and the others, "Lu Ran! You three, come here!"

"Fuck!" Lu Ran's voice became louder. He and his two friends surrounded Chen Hu tightly. "You want to control us again?!"

The male teacher was so angry that he closed his eyes. He gave up on the conversation and took a step back. He whispered to Nie Weiyang, "Those three are not our people anymore. There are some women and young boys in the camp across the way who have been victimized. They are innocent. They are simply being... treated like that. These days, they've been living... worse than pigs and dogs."

Nie Weiyang glanced at the students and did not ask why the teacher stayed here even though he knew how miserable those people's experiences were - many of these students had almost no fighting ability, and as for Baohu's people... he had already seen more than a dozen thugs, and there were even more diverse other combat professions.

There are many places in the world where you can't just come and go as you please. Just like justice and kindness, not everyone has the ability to uphold them.

"You two should keep your distance first. Then, take the people in the camp up the river to Langcheng and show them this." He said, pulling out a stone slab and handing it to the other party. "Okay, run."

The teacher took the stone and looked at it with some doubt. It was a map carved with a sharp blade. Turning it over, three sharp characters were engraved on it: Nie Weiyang.

He immediately stuffed the slate into his backpack, called out to the students, and ran off: "Say, thank you, Mr. Nie!"

"Thank you, Mr. Nie!!!" The students seemed to relax a bit. Their voices reminded Nie Weiyang of his distant memories of how he, as a high school student, used to read aloud from his textbooks.

These young children ran past him with smiles on their faces, while Chen Hu opposite had a cold expression on his face. He stared at Nie Weiyang and raised his hand to ask people to block the students' way.

"I didn't agree to let them go!" he roared. "Mr. Nie, you're acting unruly by doing this, aren't you?!"

This is the 'evil guy' - he only recognizes the rules when they are in his favor, but when they are not in his favor, he says "there are no laws and regulations anymore."

"..." Nie Weiyang sighed softly. He put on the earphone he had taken off before and finally looked at Chen Hu straight in the eye.

"You misunderstood. First, I only issued a notice," he said, his voice calm. "Second, there are still laws. It's just a wartime system."

At this moment, a purple light flashed in Chen Hu's eyes—[Mental Interference]! Causes mental damage to the target and initiates a mental attribute confrontation!
As an extremely rare [God's Gift], he has been blessed with the power of the object of his faith. His spiritual attributes will be regarded as double values in confrontations, and his spiritual attributes have reached 45 points, which has made him invincible in the past few months.

Judging from Nie Weiyang's equipment, he is obviously a melee profession, so it is impossible for him to have a very high spiritual attribute!
As long as they can control Nie Weiyang, or just interfere with and kill him...

Chen Hu, filled with excitement and confidence, exerted all his strength to mobilize his mental power. At the edge of his vision, a message appeared: "[Mental]-[Mental] Confrontation Judgment in Progress..."

【…The confrontation failed.】

Chen Hu: “……?”

Equivalent to a confrontation with 90 points of spiritual attributes, a failure?
He didn't have time to wonder for more than a breath before a storm of intense pain overtook his consciousness.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot and bleeding from his mouth and nose. The strong nerve reaction made him retching and twitching continuously. He curled up, his limbs twisted like an epileptic, and he even screamed intermittently.

Darkness wriggled in his mind. At first, it was just the shadows at the edge of his vision, twisting and wrinkling like the edges of film scorched by fire. Then the cave ceiling began to collapse, a thick black liquid raining down, freezing him there. The walls breathed, expanding and contracting, fine beads of black sweat seeping from their surface. The ground dissolved, and he sank into some warm, pulsating flesh. He couldn't tell if the world was laughing, or if he was sinking into his own corpse. Each time he felt like he was burying himself deeper into rotting entrails. The air was thick as lead, and every breath felt like swallowing broken glass. Every nerve burned, burned, burned, and he couldn't tell whether it was the heat of a soul or simple pain.

[The target is increasing the pressure, the target is actively initiating a [spiritual]-[spiritual] confrontation... The confrontation failed.]

Chen Hu's cries grew increasingly painful and weaker. The chaotic darkness caused his mind to disintegrate. In his last remaining moments of consciousness, he saw Nie Weiyang looking down at him. He could no longer comprehend the meaning of this scene.

He just saw the light.

A light that burned the infinite darkness in his mind, reflected in the void, pure and white... magnificent as the eternal dawn.

……

Chen Hu's breath was weak, like a candle in the wind.

There was a dead silence inside and outside the cave. Whether it was Lu Ran and the other two, the younger brothers around them, the teachers and students who had not run far, or even the naked men and women in the camp who were looking up, they were all watching this scene in silence.

With panic and hope.

Nie Weiyang lowered his eyes behind his sunglasses. He withdrew his mental strength, stepped over Chen Hu, took off the iron shield behind him, and held it in his left hand.

"Someone come here," he said, "and explain to this elder brother of yours what the rules are."

He slowly drew his sword, scanning the surroundings amidst the chilling sound of the blade being unsheathed, taking note of every face and eye. Those anxious faces, as if they were about to be chopped off by an axe. Those eyes, growing brighter and brighter, filled with hope.

"Why?" he asked. "No one's giving him hospice care?"

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(End of this chapter)