Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Xu Suyuan raised her right hand, the coin spinning between her fingers, reflecting the dim light of the emergency lamp.

"This is for Han Xiao."

The coin flew out, passed through Zhong Lin's forehead, and dispelled its ethereal state the instant it touched his brainstem.

Zhong Lin's body fell straight down, his eyes still open, the horror on his face still lingering. Even in death, he couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of a few "experimental subjects".

Xu Suyuan took out another coin and applied slight pressure with her fingertips.

"This is for Grandma."

The coin pierced Wang Hongyuan's chest, and blood gushed from the wound, soaking his white shirt and leaving a large, dark red wet stain.

Wang Hongyuan's body slid down the wall and sat on the ground, clutching his chest, blood gushing from between his fingers. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only made hoarse sounds, unable to utter a single word.

He looked down at the blood on his chest, at the ever-expanding red stain, his eyes filled with terror and resentment.

He hasn't even lived to be fifty-seven yet. He's been in power for over thirty years, and he's seen more people than ghosts. He still has so much money and so much power. He hasn't lived enough yet, and he doesn't want to die.

Liu Zhen stepped forward, placed his palm on Wang Hongyuan's head, and a dark blue arc of electricity shot out from his fingertips, piercing through his skull.

Wang Hongyuan's body convulsed violently, his eyes widened, and then he became completely still, his body limp and collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Meng Zhaowen's vines wrapped around the corpses of Wang Hongyuan and Zhong Lin. The vines tightened, and the sound of bones breaking echoed in the room, as crisp as stepping on a pile of shattered glass.

Lin Shen stood at the very back, looking at the two bodies that had been torn apart by the vines, and the silver-white light in his palm went out completely.

The room fell silent, save for the rustling of vines against bones and the sound of wind blowing through the grass outside the window.

The four people stood in a row, looking at the two puddles that were no longer recognizable as human figures, and no one spoke.

Liu Zhen lowered his head and pulled out the family photo from his chest, which was wrapped in plastic film again and again. There was blood on the plastic film that couldn't be wiped off.

He pressed the photo to his chest, closed his eyes, and felt the familiar warmth of the photo. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the photo and spreading out as a wet patch.

Wife, son, I've avenged you.

Meng Zhaowen took out the morning glory seeds he had carried for seven years from his pocket. The bloodstains on the seed shells had dried and turned into dark brown marks, etched on the light brown shells, like the hatred that he could not erase for seven years.

He clenched his fist, the seed digging painfully into his palm, making him tremble all over.

Brother, I've avenged you.

Lin Shen leaned against the wall, looking up, the emergency light on the ceiling hurting his eyes.

He remembered Song Yuanming saying, "You can do it all by yourself," and now he was no longer alone.

He has companions and people he can trust. He will definitely finish the beacon theory, he will definitely help those paralyzed people stand up again, and he will definitely make sure that his teacher's hard work is not in vain.

Xu Suyuan looked down at the coin in her hand, the serrated edge digging into her palm, providing a distinct tactile sensation.

She put the coin back in her pocket, turned to look at the door, and the wind blew in through the broken window, carrying the smell of blood and dirt.

"Walk."

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3:22.

As soon as the four people stepped out of the rest area, the sound of an armored vehicle engine came from afar, and the roar grew closer and closer.

Three unmarked armored vehicles burst through the gates of the horse farm, their tires crushing vines and corpses on the ground before coming to a stop at the edge of the lawn.

Yue Sheng jumped out of the car, his nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure standing in front of the car like a mountain blocking the way. Behind him, the members of the Sharp Blade Squad quickly deployed into combat formation, with bulletproof shields, tranquilizer launchers, and infrasound generators. All the weapons were designed to target superhumans, and the dark muzzles of the guns were pointed at the four people.

A voice boomed from the loudspeaker, echoing across the empty horse arena: "Everyone, drop your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, and crouch down!"

Xu Suyuan stopped and stared at the dark gun barrels.

She recognized the formation; it was exactly the same as the one at Yunyin Manor.

The officials came again, once again after everything was over.

Yue Sheng looked at the four people in front of him. There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and two unrecognizable human figures in the rest area.

He knew that Wang Hongyuan and Zhong Lin were dead, and he was too late.

The tragic scene at Yunyin Manor was still etched in his mind; not a single person survived, all of them met a violent end.

The people in front of me all had blood on their hands, but the people they killed were no good either.

After the Yunyin Manor incident, the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs conducted an in-depth investigation into both sides of the conflict, and finally, two key figures emerged: Wang Hongyuan and Zhong Lin.

And through some clandestine channels, they learned about the mysterious Five Mountains Society.

Wang Hongyuan used the Five Mountains Society to seek personal gain, giving it the green light and causing many human tragedies.

Zhong Lin is a core member of the Five Mountains Society and has taken many more lives.

None of the guards who died on the lawn were clean; they had all been involved in Wang Hongyuan's dirty deeds to some extent.

His position did not allow him to sympathize with the avengers.

However, I will not feel any sympathy for Wang Hongyuan and Zhong Lin.

"You can't escape," Yue Sheng said in a deep voice. "Put down your weapons and come with us."

Xu Suyuan looked at him without saying a word.

She raised her right hand, her five fingers spread.

Yue Sheng's body stiffened abruptly, an invisible pressure enveloping him. He gritted his teeth, his finger gripping the trigger tightly, and shouted to his teammates behind him, "Fire!"

The bullet whistled towards Xu Suyuan, whose body became translucent. The bullet passed through her body and hit the wall behind her, scattering debris.

Liu Zhen crouched down, pressing his palm to the ground. High-voltage current spread along the ground and exploded at the feet of the Sharp Blade team members. Blue arcs of electricity jumped high, some people were shocked and fell to the ground, while others jumped away to avoid it, and the formation was instantly thrown into chaos.

Meng Zhaowen pressed his palm into the soil, and vines emerged from the ground, wrapping around the ankles of several team members and pulling them violently to the ground. The vines tightened more and more, making it hard for them to breathe.

Lin Shen leaned against Liu Zhen's back, using the last bit of his mental strength to implant an illusion into Yue Sheng.

Yue Sheng "saw" four people rushing in different directions at the same time: one ran towards the bushes to the east, one towards the gate of the horse farm to the west, one towards the barren mountains to the north, and one towards the substation to the south.

He hesitated for half a second, and that half-second of hesitation gave the four men the chance to escape.

Xu Suyuan set up a platform in the forest, with Liu Zhen and Meng Zhaowen following behind. The four of them rushed into the bushes in the northeast corner of the lawn.

Meng Zhaowen's vines grew wildly behind them, instantly forming a three-meter-high green barrier in front of the Sharp Blade team members. The vines were covered with sharp thorns, like an impenetrable wall.

Yue Sheng chased after the barrier and slammed his fist into the vines. The thorns pierced his fist, and blood flowed down between his fingers, but the vines remained motionless.

He could only watch helplessly as the four men disappeared into the depths of the bushes and into the dim light.

Behind them, team members were cleaning up the scene; some were recording the number of bodies, some were taking photos for evidence, and some were bandaging the wounds of injured team members.

Yue Sheng stood there, looking at the dark bushes. The wind blew from there, carrying the smell of blood and earth, as well as the faint fresh scent of grass and trees.

He put down his gun and gritted his teeth.

They got away again.