Today, they too are going to their deaths.

Night fell.

Cui Xun flipped through the list provided by Alice.

Intentionally causing deaths and selling workers' bodies, trafficking addictive drugs, knowingly cutting costs despite the potential for death, violently seizing land, and using "legal" means to seize others' assets...

Assisting a bishop in hunting human sacrifices, collaborating with illegal societies, committing intentional murder and cannibalism, and raping minors...

Arms smuggling, trafficking in women, spreading cults, violent debt collection...

This list encompasses almost all the heinous incidents that the Kingdom of Albion has been aware of in this region over the past thirty years.

Many things are not unmanageable, but the royal family feels they can ignore them, or even worse, someone understands their intentions and acts on their behalf.

But the royal family kept all the evidence to ensure that one day they could use it to legally punish those who had worked for them.

The list was very long, and Alice was meticulously adding suggestions, explaining which nobles could be killed and which were inconvenient to kill.

Two days ago, Cui Xun, who merely wanted to avenge his friend against the cult, would probably have been angry at such a person. But now, as he seriously considers how to dismantle this country, Cui Xun feels only peace.

This is a societal and contemporary ideological issue that requires a methodical and step-by-step approach until the old order is overthrown and a new order is rebuilt.

Some people are better off being killed by their victims, while others can do it tonight.

"Mr. Cui Xun, have you thought this through?"

"I've thought it through." Cui Xun ticked off one name after another on the list, so many that Alice was taken aback. But she was used to obeying orders, and she also felt a sense of satisfaction in punishing evil.

She has passed the age of believing in pure justice and has become accustomed to thinking about issues from the perspective of self-interest.

Often, the interests of the majority mean the collapse of the minority. The weak will be drawn into the gears of the kingdom's growth, their flesh and blood lubricating the operation of this massive machine.

But justice is better than evil, and fairness is better than treachery. Even if she has to work a little overtime today, she is happy.

Alice reached for the list, ready to take it, but found it wouldn't budge in Cui Xun's hand.

She asked, somewhat taken aback, "Mr. Cui Xun, aren't you planning to delegate the mission to other royal agents?"

"No need, I can do it myself tonight."

Cui Xun carefully folded the list and tucked it inside his clothes.

"I've memorized that bishop's scent. Tonight, we'll cross-kill and get it all done. Get the media ready; tomorrow's going to be exciting."

Alice exclaimed in disbelief, "But the list is all over the city!"

Cui Xun said calmly, "It's just killing a few people. One night is enough for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped out and silently disappeared into the shadows.

……

What does a powerful being who never sleeps, never eats, never drinks, is filled with murderous intent, has a resolute attitude, and acts swiftly mean to a large number of scattered mortals?

In some martial arts novels, such powerful figures cannot, and dare not, challenge authority.

They are toys manipulated by the hand of fate. Even when faced with national and personal vendettas, they must follow the rules, confront the army head-on, and even be surrounded and killed by an army formation whose power is not even as great as their own sword.

For Cui Xun at this moment, it was an easy massacre.

Pass through the heavily guarded manor, find the person the mentor should kill, forcibly drag him out of his slumber, and force him to stare at the mask in a voiceless terror.

"Look at me."

Cui Xun sensed the fear emanating from the person whose life was threatened. His power seemed to be nourished by this emotion, but he didn't care about such trivial matters. He simply calmly announced to the other person what was about to happen.

"I'm going to kill you."

If he were simply looking for efficiency, he only needed to cast a spell from afar while the target was still asleep to kill them.

But this was not just a simple killing; it was also his way of upholding justice and using violence to address issues that ordinary methods could not resolve.

This was once the romance of wandering knights and chivalrous heroes, and later, along with the times, it transformed into the core of vigilantes and private law enforcers, supporting them in their fight against everything in front of them.

No benefit or gratitude was needed; it was simply a decision to do it, and so it was done.

With the sword in my hand, I will quell the injustices of the world!

"I avenge the dead, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood."

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to let you fully experience what you've done to others; I can only do my best."

Gouging out eyes, severing limbs, crushing internal organs, and finally bestowing upon a powerful molting that represents the characteristics of the Serpent Worship Cult, yet differs from the mentor's existing killing methods, instead resembling those of other bishops.

In the silence, the victim let out a final, silent scream.

Layers of human bodies unfolded and covered the bed.

The remaining spirit of the deceased was also crushed by the extremely powerful will, leaving not a trace.

First.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

The newly rich, factory owners, renowned artists, local officials...

Some died in their heavily guarded homes, some were dismembered on the roadside, some drowned in ditches, and some were dragged off women's bellies...

Their deaths were without dignity or honor; they were simply crushed by determined and powerful individuals, and that's how they died.

Occasionally, a few hired superhumans would protect targets, but most of them would be unable to detect Cui Xun's actions. Even if they faced Cui Xun head-on, they would only end up being crushed to death.

Their bones and blood mingled with the snow.

Alas, all these casualties were caused by the vicious Serpent Worshippers, led by an unknown bishop, who attacked the kingdom in preparation for a grand ceremony.

The Snake Worship Cult is truly wicked!

Then, Cui Xun began killing high-ranking followers of the Serpent Worship Cult.

They were all extraordinary beings who possessed the secret arts of serpents, but ultimately, they were still within the realm of ordinary people.

"Hello there."

Cui Xun dragged a lone believer forward quickly.

The believer's body was repeatedly swallowed by snow, his mouth and nose were blocked time and time again, but he survived the suffocation with his vigorous life force, and then fell to the brink of collapse again.

He couldn't hear Cui Xun's words, nor could he recognize Cui Xun's true identity, but Cui Xun could sense the threat he wanted to shout while being tortured.

He believed that he was a believer protected by a powerful bishop, and that Cui Xun would not dare to, and would not, kill him.

Cui Xun did not expose the truth because he found those who clung to the last glimmer of hope and struggled to the very end more interesting than those whose beliefs collapsed and who accepted death.

Suspension, limb dismemberment, bone fragmentation, throat slitting—Cui Xun swiftly completed the entire set of techniques.

The believer's life was beginning its countdown, and Cui Xun patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him, "You must hold on and try to live! I want you to be the bait to attract that bishop; once he comes, you'll have a chance to be saved."

Clinging to their last hope, the believer stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to survive.

The bishop is so powerful and perceptive; he will soon notice the anomaly and come to his rescue, defeating this inexplicable monster and healing his injuries.

He can't die before that!

We must persevere!

Must survive!

Cui Xun was somewhat moved. The believer in front of him had just proposed such an interesting torture not long ago, but he hadn't expected that with just a slight modification, the believer would not notice anything unusual and would begin to accept death as if he were the ignorant fool he spoke of.

He might even become a prime example of rapid spiritual growth, contributing to spiritual research by sacrificing his own life as a "necessary price."

Cui Xun left the dying man and continued hunting down other believers.

"I believe in the principle that if good fortune doesn't extend to family members, then misfortune will also not extend to them. Even if there is a blood connection, I don't mind being lenient and letting those who are ignorant off the hook, as long as the asset verification is completed properly."

"But unfortunately, you seem to have a slightly too good relationship with your family."

"You really enjoy telling your kids stories about how powerful and arrogant you were in the Snake Worship Cult, treating everyone else like dirt, right? Well then, please open your eyes wide from here on out."

Thus, the entire family of the Snake Worshippers died.

We used the method suggested by the cult members, but sped it up a bit.

Then, it's the next one, and the next one after that.

The number of people checked off on the list decreased rapidly, and before midnight, there were hardly any left.

Some of the "lucky ones" did not act as usual. They hid in bars, trying to numb their fear of witnessing their mentor's masterpiece with alcohol.

But Cui Xun had already memorized the smell of those cultists.

In the morning, he tracked Doreen across most of the city, all the way to the slums. Now, after half a day of active adaptation, coupled with the boost to his willpower and the enhanced perception of specific tendencies brought by the [Night Watch] trait, this time, even with a greatly increased number of people, no one could escape his pursuit.

This time, however, no one chose to turn back.

Cui Xun stepped into this filthy "bar".

He could smell the strong liquor, the drug the locals called Ecstasy Tincture, the aromatherapy from the bar mixed with the tobacco smell of the customers, as well as blood, sex, vomit, and even other excrement.

And of course, there was the smell of gunpowder.

It seems that cultists don't like to spend their time in respectable places; they chose a place that suits them.

Since the scum are all mixed together, Cui Xun doesn't need to separate them.

"Bars have alcohol, drunkenness, and also blood and sin. Oh, you might not hear the pun on drunkenness and sin, but that's okay."

"Now, whether you are intoxicated or sober, you should all die."

When Cui Xun saw the boss and bartender immediately trying to take out guns from under the counter, those who were already doing arms deals took out weapons from their waists, and the cultists were ready to cast spells, uttering the first syllable and making a gesture.

The reaction was good, but he'll still go after them.

Unlike his mentor, who could freely demonstrate the secrets of snake magic, Cui Xun defined his identity as a hunter as pure strength and speed.

step.

His fist pierced a man's chest, then he swung his arm like a flail, sending the man flying as if he were a weapon.

The two collided.

Bone, flesh, blood—everything was turned into mud by the violence and splashed all over the walls.

Step two.

The ground cracked inch by inch under the powerful force, and the resulting propulsion almost turned Cui Xun into a phantom.

He brushed past the others, sending them flying as if hit by cannonballs.

Three steps.

Cui Xun landed suddenly, then grabbed the counter and used brute force to pull it up, using it as a weapon.

The sound of a bottle shattering and a body colliding rang out simultaneously, and bright red wine and fresh red blood splattered together.

Front, back, sweeping.

The boss was crushed against the wall, the bartender was thrown around and broke his neck while scraping against the corner of the wall, the gunmen were scattered everywhere, and the cultists were naturally crushed as well.

Next came the second round of sweeping.

Apart from Cui Xun, no one else could stand still and catch their breath. The once bustling and chaotic place was now deathly silent.

Then, Cui Xun entered each private room, smashed open the doors, and killed everyone he felt deserved to die.

Finally, the place fell completely silent.

As the surviving prostitute watched the man, whose hunting attire was stained crimson with blood and whose scarlet vertical pupils resembled those of a dragon from a story, slowly leave, she felt no sense of having been attacked. Instead, she felt only an absurd sense that a monster had once hunted here.

Cui Xun went out, shook himself to dry off the blood, and headed toward his final destination for the day—a factory.

A crazy night must eventually come to a crazy end.

There should be a grand explosion that lights up this whole place.

When Cui Xun arrived at his destination, he was surprised to find a group of masked workers pouring oil.

He greeted them in a friendly manner: "Coming together to sabotage the factory? But your methods aren't professional enough; you're not professional demolition experts, are you?"

"Perfect timing, I also need to take care of something, let's come together."

Seeing that Cui Xun did not call out to anyone, and knowing that the qualities of the Night Watchmen made the workers instinctively respect and admire this hero of the night, they immediately accepted Cui Xun's friendly invitation.

A few minutes later.

Cui Xun and his newly acquainted worker friends evacuated to a safe location.

The workers distributed the inferior tobacco, letting its harsh fumes permeate their lungs. Cui Xun, who disliked tobacco and alcohol, also took a tobacco, but instead of smoking it, he lit it and flicked it toward the fuse.

The flames spread and rose until everything in sight turned orange-red, and then the entire factory began to emit strange noises until the final moment.

"Boom!" The powerful explosion woke up the entire city.

Cui Xun reminded the workers beside him, "By the way, you don't want to lose your jobs, do you? Please remember, this explosion is ostensibly a royal retaliation against cultists. We're using this method to demonstrate our strength and resolve. The resilient workers have helped me out."

"We will not treat any citizen of the kingdom unfairly. The reconstruction work will proceed in an orderly manner."

Sigh, how could the Serpent Cult and the Royal Agents be so wicked? They actually launched a secret war at night and kept escalating their revenge, killing countless people, blowing up such a good factory, and causing a sensation throughout the city.

Fortunately, both of these identities belong to me.