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The best-case scenario is that the wanted criminal is killed in the explosion, and Ji Mo returns empty-handed. The worst-case scenario is that both the wanted criminal and Ji Mo are killed in the explosion, at which point they can figure out how to deal with any potential accountability issues that might arise.

The only pity is that no matter which option you choose, you won't get those beautiful eyes.

Just as Duchess Wayne's thoughts were racing, the mechanical servant reminded her that her nail polish was finished. Looking at the vibrant, almost dripping blood, she felt inexplicably pleased and casually asked, "How's it going over to the slums?"

She didn't have that much patience; she had already warned the girl that the bomb would only remain dormant for three days.

Three days later, whether the girl finds the wanted criminal or not, she and half of the slum will be blown to bits.

"I really hope to hear that pleasant explosion soon." Duchess Wayne had long disliked the slums outside the walls, but there was always a group of hypocrites among the nobles who advocated leaving a way out for those lowly people, which prevented the cleanup policy from being implemented.

Now they can easily claim that the slum dwellers were blind and stole an explosive device they couldn't comprehend, which accidentally detonated, sending themselves and the garbage heap to their deaths.

As if in response to her inner expectations, the entire building suddenly shook.

"What happened?!"

Duchess Wayne was startled and her mechanical servants formed a protective circle around her.

No one could answer him. Surprised and uncertain, she could only leave the room under the protection of the crowd. In this room where even the weapons were erotic, she could only pray that the other side would be interested in her face if she encountered an enemy attack that she could not resist.

The next second, the window exploded open, sending twisted metal fragments flying everywhere.

When the smoke cleared, the remains of an angel appeared in the room, the cracks in the torso still flickering with unstable electricity.

Who? At this height?! Duchess Wayne hadn't forgotten that she lived on the hundredth floor.

Then she saw a hand gripping the edge of the broken window, and then a familiar head peered out.

"Long time no see, Duchess." Ji Mo greeted her with a smile, then casually released her hand, and another mechanical head popped in.

Her throat tightened, sensing the awkward atmosphere, and she took a step back: "Is it... a long time? But why, uh, I mean... how did my angel end up here?"

"To be precise, I dumped him here from the slums. Looks like my aim wasn't too bad."

"Haha, yeah..."

Duchess Wayne slowly moved back with a forced smile, gesturing for the mechanical servant to block her way. Just as she was about to slip away, she heard Ji Mo ask in a low voice.

Why would the Duchess send a child as a human bomb?

"...!"

"Is it surprising that I wasn't killed in the explosion?"

"No, no, no, there must be some misunderstanding between us. I did arrange for someone to ambush that wanted criminal, but I had good intentions towards you."

Good heavens! Good heavens! Good heavens! How could he possibly withstand that?! Could he really be a seventh-tier cultivator?!

Duchess Wayne panicked.

The seventh rank is the realm of gods, the beginning of the divine order, a threshold that countless extraordinary beings cannot cross.

In an ordinary small world, as long as you can become a seventh-order transcendent being, you are invincible. The only people who can deal with you are enemies from outer space.

But the reality is that a small world might not even be able to produce enough material for a seventh-tier transcendent being.

"This is the one thing I cannot tolerate."

……

Normally, Duchess Wayne would introduce the hundred-story skyscraper, which she funded and designed, to everyone, calling it the undisputed jewel of the city.

Now, she was being dragged by her hair from the 100th floor along the outer wall to the edge of the rooftop.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go!"

Ji Mo granted her wish.

With a scream, half her body was instantly suspended in mid-air, with the dizzying traffic flowing below. The will to survive made Duchess Wayne unleash an action she never dared to imagine before. She gripped the railing tightly, then pulled herself back into the rooftop. Her face was drained of color, and even her cries were stuck in her throat.

She wept bitterly, saying, "Whatever misunderstandings we have, I can explain! Whatever you want, I can give you! There won't be any problems with public opinion! I'll claim it was an accident!"

"How can the deceased claim compensation?" Ji Mo asked in return.

Duchess Wayne was taken aback.

The next second, her surroundings changed, and a tall woman appeared beside them, counting how many glass bottles containing golden eyeballs were in the dimly lit room.

Jiu Chonglou scoffed, "What a disgusting hobby. You bought eyes from a commoner and then encouraged him and his family to use the money to move into the central district, so you could torture them to death step by step."

That's her collection room! Nobody else knows where it is except her!

"I'm buying the eyes of the lowly! I'm helping them preserve their value! Even if I don't lift a finger, they'll consume themselves and die meaninglessly!" Duchess Wayne vehemently denied, looking at Jim Mo, believing he would understand her.

Even as a ruler, she would be seen as someone no different from ordinary people, and Ji Mo would certainly not care about the lives of commoners.

Duchess Wayne thought she understood Ji Mo's indifference; in front of him, who had the chance to become a god, she was indeed an insignificant existence.

"People are born unequal, who cares about the lives of those lowly people?"

"Only the mortal realm would mind."

Duchess Wayne lost count of how many times she had been stunned, a terrifying thought popping into her head.

"Wait, didn't you say you were—"

"Just kidding."

It’s over.

No, that wanted criminal shouldn't be dead yet! As long as he's alive, there's always a way to get away with it, as long as there's enough money!

As if guessing what Duchess Wayne was thinking, the surrounding scenery changed again, and this time it was still a place familiar to Duchess Wayne.

The laboratory she burned down herself, the place where she initially detained wanted criminals.

This time it was Chen Zhuzhu. She was using her ability to scan the area. It was the first time she had discovered that her ability could be used on damaged places, and even if she only saw a few words of information, it would be enough.

"...On April 27th, a new batch of test subjects arrived, but none of them were from the Mortal Realm. The supplier said that the crackdown has been strict recently and they cannot provide them. I wish I hadn't killed the last Mortal Realm test subject so quickly."

Duchess Wayne, her face deathly pale, could only offer a final, desperate defense: "It was my brother who experimented on the people of the Mortal Realm, it has nothing to do with me! Everyone I've dealt with is from our world, and according to the law, it's not your place to judge them!"

"Don't worry, you're just the beginning, and I'm too lazy to go through the proper legal process to judge you."

As the words fell, the surroundings returned to the top floor of the duchess's beloved building, but this time she was no longer standing in front of her beloved dressing table, but on the edge of the building that had been violently torn open.

"Huh?"

With a gentle push from Ji Mo, Duchess Wayne fell like a kite that had lost its string.

"Aaaaaahh ...

……

It hurts so much!

Are the bones cracked? Why can't I see them?

Duchess Wayne thought she was dead, but suddenly her vision cleared and she was standing perfectly fine on the edge of the rooftop.

Before she could feel relieved, that familiar force gently pushed against her back again.

"No--"

The piercing cries were torn apart by the sound of the wind.

The same feeling of weightlessness, the same dizziness, the same cracking sound of bones breaking and the same excruciating pain.

Just as the excruciating pain reached its peak, his vision returned.

She was horrified to find herself standing on the edge of the rooftop again, her back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Once again, with a gentle push.