Excessive ferocity due to caution

As the hot blood splattered and spilled, Cheng Kong wanted to scream.

He longed to grab the missionaries by the collar, trample the traitor Liang Tao underfoot, force them to confess to framing him, reveal the truth, and clear his name!

But he didn't do that.

Because Cheng Kong kept in mind what Zhao Yi had told him.

Don't say a single word.

They only kill, they don't speak.

The massacre is underway outside the police station.

Screams and wails rose one after another.

The people finally realized something was wrong and began to flee in panic to distant places!

The church members rose up in resistance.

However, it was all in vain.

The difference in strength between the two sides is simply too great!

At this point, the missionary finally stopped, unable to maintain his previous aloof image any longer!

To save his life, he had to tear off his fig leaf!

"If you dare kill me, the church will drag the entire Valley Hanging Town down with you!"

"You will all die!"

The missionary, who had previously appeared compassionate and selfless, threatened Cheng Kong with vicious and shameless words!

If you kill me, the entire Valley Suspension Town will perish because of you!

You will become the sinner of the town!

Not long ago, this move would have been a fatal blow to Cheng Kong!

But now, Cheng Kong has been persuaded by Zhao Yi.

He knew that if he continued to stand in the light of morality, he would never be able to defeat these vile rats!

Amidst a chorus of screams, the missionary glared at Cheng Kong with a venomous look, a cold smile playing on his lips.

It was as if they were saying: Kill me, and you will become the enemy of the town!

Do you dare?

Cheng Kong strode up to the missionary, clenched his fists at the sight of his extremely provocative expression.

Zhao Yi said he wanted this person.

Therefore, we cannot kill them.

but……

Giving it two punches in Malaysian Ringgit shouldn't be a problem, right?

boom!

Cheng Kong punched the missionary's self-important horse face hard, and its nose immediately caved in.

A nosebleed erupted.

It screamed in pain, clutching its sunken nose. Cheng Kong slapped its face twice more, swelling it up until its head was like a balloon.

Blood was seeping from the right ear, and the child could no longer hear any sound.

Cheng Kong called two assassins to tie up the screaming missionary, then turned his gaze to Liang Tao.

The latter's face turned deathly pale.

Keep retreating.

"No... Cheng Kong... you can't kill me!"

"I have not committed a crime!"

"With so many people watching, if you kill me, you'll never be able to stand in this town again!"

Cheng Kong remained silent and slowly pulled a wolf-tooth gauntlet from his pocket.

Approaching step by step.

His murderous aura was overwhelming, and his eyes had a sharpness that could pierce through people!

Liang Tao was locked onto by Cheng Kong's murderous aura and tried to escape but couldn't.

He knew that Cheng Kong was truly determined to kill him this time!

"Cheng Kong!"

"You're courting death!"

"I...I am a great contributor to the church!"

"Kill me, and the church will never let you go!"

Cheng Kong looked at Liang Tao as if he were a dog, and that look deeply stung Liang Tao.

Because he knows it better than anyone else.

I am... just a dog.

A dog that bites people everywhere for its own gain.

But he never considered himself a dog.

At this moment, the fig leaf was torn off, and he was completely naked.

Liang Tao's legs trembled, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace:

"Brother Cheng... no, Uncle Cheng!"

"Please don't kill me!"

"I was forced into it too!"

"Those guys at the church told me that if I didn't help them smear you, I'd end up like those guys in the construction bureau!"

His words immediately caused an uproar among the civilians watching from a distance.

Liang Tao thought he had cleared Cheng Kong's name, and given Cheng Kong's usual magnanimity, he should at least be spared his life...

But this time, he miscalculated.

Cheng Kong didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

He stood in front of Liang Tao and raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of bombardments ensued, and Liang Tao was unable to even utter a scream.

Because Cheng Kong went too far this time!

The first punch blew Liang Tao's head off!

This scene was witnessed by everyone, and a strange sense of panic rose in the hearts of the eyewitnesses.

Midway through the killing spree, these people finally realized that Cheng Kong's condition was not quite right...

He didn't seem to be there for his own innocence or the truth.

Rather...revenge!

Is Cheng Kong planning to kill everyone in town who has ever offended him?

Some residents panicked.

They carefully picked up their phones and hurriedly deleted the negative comments they had left under the news article that slandered Cheng Kong for massacring the engineering institute!

Many of these comments are, of course, fabricated.

Anyway, spreading rumors online isn't illegal.

What's more... they also received money from the church.

This money came so easily.

It doesn't require much time or effort.

It's enough to just freely express your talents online.

Of course, some residents chose to refuse the church, feeling that accepting the money would be against their conscience.

After all, Cheng Kong had indeed done a lot for the order of the town.

But most chose to compromise.

Because the church has given so much!

Moreover, watching others make money is even more painful than losing money yourself!

Imagine working yourself to the bone in a factory all day, only to earn two or three hundred.

And these people only need to move their fingers and say a few insincere words to earn one or two thousand yuan!

Who can stand this?

However, at this point, driven by fear, they ultimately gave up this portion of their income.

I'm not afraid of encountering arguments, but I'm afraid of encountering someone who will fight to the death and try to take you down one-for-one.

Moreover, Cheng Kong wouldn't risk a one-for-one trade with them.

As the killing unfolded, the police officers watched from inside, and not a single ghost dared to come out and interfere, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire. Cheng Kong led his assassins directly into the police station!

The church put up fierce resistance, but due to the overwhelming numerical disparity, they were quickly wiped out.

The open space across from the police station was littered with the bodies of the instructors.

It was lying haphazardly, incomplete and broken.

Upon witnessing this scene, Cheng Kong felt only one word: awesome!

That was so damn satisfying!

He looked at the missionary who was being held upside down like a pig, counted the number of people, and left without going back to the police station.

Long after they left, the police station's genius slowly emerged from inside and began to clean up the mess.

The atmosphere at the scene was very somber.

No one spoke.

The Cheng Kong they just saw was so different from the Cheng Kong they knew before!

Is this unbridled, undisguised killer really the same principled sheriff he once was?

When the most law-abiding ghost in Valley Suspension Town abandons the law, what will become of this town?

Fear... began to slowly grow from this moment.

...

Ghost Hotel.

The missionary was thrown in front of Zhao Yi like a dog by the assassins.

Its facial injuries have mostly healed.

However, the emotional damage caused by that slap in the face has clearly not yet healed.

It arrogantly addressed the somewhat thin, seemingly in charge young man in front of it:

"Lowly fools!"

"You'd better let me go right now!"

"Otherwise, once the church elders arrive, it will be your death day!"

Zhao Yibing was not angry at its provocation, but simply smiled and said:

"You seem unaware of your own situation."

"But that's okay, it won't take too long for you to realize your situation."

"I have prepared the most complete set of surgical tools."

"Next, you will experience the world's finest surgical service."

As soon as Zhao finished speaking, several assassins immediately pushed over a rudimentary iron bed and placed the missionary directly on it.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you trying to do?!"

"Let me tell you, I represent the face of the church. If you dare to touch me, you are slapping the church in the face!"

"Do you know how serious the consequences will be?!"

The missionary had very fair skin.

Her face was as white as her buttocks.

He had a thick, golden beard.

His nose was high and straight, and his pupils were sapphire green.

It roared madly at Zhao Yi and the assassins around him, like a rabid dog.

But nobody paid any attention to it.

Soon, it was pushed into a room.

The assassin went out and locked the door from the inside.

The room was spacious, with white walls on all sides. Zhao Yi stood next to a wooden table, picked up a rusty scalpel blade, attached it to the handle, heated it over a fire, and then went to the missionary's side.

Smiling.

How many people from the church came to Valley Suspension Town this time?

The missionary glared and sneered, arrogantly saying:

"What are you?"

"They dare to know church information... Ughhhhh!"

Before it could finish its harsh words, Zhao Yi's scalpel easily pierced the nail of its right index finger!

Just lift it gently!

A bloody light accompanied by a strange sound rang out, and the missionary screamed in agony before he even felt the pain.

His entire arm was trembling.

His pale face turned bright red.

Under his terrified gaze, Zhao Yi pinched his upturned fingernails with two fingers and kept turning them over and over on his bloody, mangled fingers. Each turn brought the missionary excruciating pain that nearly drove him to the brink of collapse!

"The church reveres suffering and has always regarded physical pain as a form of spiritual practice."

"Although you are outsiders, you must need a lot of training to enter the inner circle... But judging from your appearance, your ability to endure pain is clearly not up to par."

"Today is a great opportunity. As a long-time friend of the church, I can help you in your spiritual practice... Please, please don't shed tears; it's a waste of beautiful suffering!"

Zhao Yi took out his old friend from the table—strong pepper spray.

Not too many.

Just a single drop.

It landed on the blurry, bloody flesh beneath the missionary's torn fingernails.

Suddenly, the missionary kicked his legs, his eyes were bloodshot and he turned into a red duck in an instant!

He tensed up, opened his mouth wide, and tried to inhale some cold air in an attempt to alleviate his pain.

But his already spasmodic muscles wouldn't allow him to do that.

A few seconds later, he finally let out a hysterical scream, his whole body like a fish about to suffocate, frantically hitting the bed board, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Immediately afterwards, with a hissing sound, a foul stench began to fill the room.

He spat it out.

It's just that what they're spraying is shit.

Zhao was prepared; he had encountered this situation more than once before. With his extensive experience, he took out a pre-prepared plastic tube from the cabinet, connected it to the faucet, turned on the warm water, and sprayed it vigorously at the missionary's phase!

slam-la-

"Cold water will relieve your pain to some extent... so I specifically turned on the hot water."

Zhao Yi revealed an angelic smile.

The missionary, panting heavily, said in a trembling voice:

"No...please, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything..."

Zhao Yi was surprised, glanced at him sideways, and said regretfully:

"I thought you could hold out longer."

"I didn't expect you to be so spineless."

He put down the hose, lit a cigarette, sat down next to the missionary, and patted him on the shoulder like an old friend:

Don't lie to me.

"I can tell."

"If you lie once, I'll do the same thing to you three times... just like before."

Upon hearing this, the missionary lost all his previous unyielding pride.

He curled up into a ball, looking like a limp shrimp.

"I...I understand..."

Zhao Yi asked:

How many people came to the church this time?

The missionary seemed dazed for a moment, then, regaining his composure, he stammered:

"The exact number is unclear, but it might be several hundred..."

"But this time, people with red gloves and black boots have come."

"There are a total of four near-major ferocity level B-level members."

Four.

Zhao Yi's gaze sharpened slightly.

The problem... is more serious than I thought.

He originally expected that there would be no more than three potential major threats in Guxuan Town.

He had personally experienced the terror of a near-perfect ferocity... The last time he fought the mountain god, he relied more on the mountain god's underestimation of him and his fatal weaknesses.

However, this time is different.

Those people in the church don't have any fatal weaknesses.

Moreover, there are four near-major ferocious beings!

If these guys really join forces, all my forces in Guxuan Town will probably be reduced to ashes in an instant!

As for the guild headquarters... it's just a simple newbie protection area.

Not long ago, Zhao Yi had already inquired about the system.

The limit of protection for the guild's territory is a full-force attack from a top-tier near-great ferocity!

If that limit is exceeded, the protection mechanism of the guild's territory will collapse!

At that point, Zhao Yi will have no way out...

Where are they now?

"Why haven't they come to Valley Suspension Town yet?"

The missionary, panting heavily, replied:

"The adults are currently in the ruined city, negotiating business with some other forces... After all, the church plans to develop its influence and establish a permanent presence in this area."

Zhao Yi frowned upon hearing this, but soon relaxed.

The abandoned city is a gathering place for players.

Many players have taken root there. The Tianwang Guild administrator was looking for me before, which must have been because they interacted with the church members in the ruined city...

"I've answered all your questions. Can you let me go now?"

Seeing Zhao Yi deep in thought, the missionary tentatively asked a question.

It believed that Zhao Yi would become wary after it revealed the whereabouts of the church elders.

After all, if Zhao Yi kills it, then when the adults of the church arrive here, they will surely kill Zhao Yi as well!

As for the pain Zhao Yi has inflicted on it now... it will surely repay it tenfold when it has the chance!

The current compromise is merely a stopgap measure!

However, the missionary regretted his words not long after he said them.

It noticed that Zhao Yi's gaze seemed a bit off.

"Can you contact those 'adults' you're talking about?"

The missionary was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:

"able……"

Zhao Yi took out a sharper scalpel and, while picking at his nails, said:

"I need to talk to them."

"When?"

"Now."

The missionary said to Zhao Yi:

"I have a communicator in my clothes that allows me to contact the Red Gloves' B-rank member, Lord Drax!"

Zhao Yi indeed pulled a communicator out of his body.

The back is also engraved with the church's unique symbol.

Zhao Yi found Drax's name inside and dialed the number.

After a short wait.

A lazy yet menacing voice came from the other end:

"Wendy, didn't I tell you not to call me during my rest time?"

Zhao Yi replied with a smile:

"He doesn't want to call you either."

"But this is the last time he will speak to you."

"Come on, Wendy, say goodnight to Lord Drax."

Missionary Wendy looked at the communicator Zhao Yi handed her and shouted sternly:

"Lord Drax...save me!"

Drax, who was on the other end of the phone, was wearing a bright red bathrobe and lying by the fireplace reading the Book of Suffering when he suddenly heard the cry for help and couldn't help but frown.

"I don't like being disturbed by background noise when I'm reading."

"Please help me quiet him down."

Wendy, who was frantically calling for help, seemed to have never expected Drax to be so indifferent, and was momentarily stunned.

I'm a member of the church!

To fulfill one's duties to the church, to dedicate oneself wholeheartedly... Why?

Why is this happening?

Zhao smiled at the silent missionary Wendy:

Even the most sycophantic dog is still just a dog.

"But people don't need a reason to kill dogs."

"How can you not understand such a simple truth?"

The missionary turned his head, wanting to say something to Zhao Yi, but what met him was a chilling coldness that could freeze his very soul.

As the sharp blade slit its throat, Wendy even felt a sense of relief.

Compared to dripping chili water on his fingernails, the pain now was almost enjoyable.

Before her consciousness faded, Wendy had only one thought in her mind.

In my next life... I don't want to be a dog.

Looking at Wendy, who was lying motionless on the iron bed, Zhao Yi smiled and said into the communicator:

"Okay, it won't bother you anymore."

"Now, you owe me a favor."

Drax's fingertips glided across the title page of the book, his interest in reading waning.

Who are you?

"X-0".

The answer on the other end of the phone made Drax's heart skip a beat.

It turned out to be him!

I didn't go looking for him, but he actually came looking for me instead!

"What should I say?"

"Like an old friend catching up with you?"

"Perhaps this would make our conversation seem more ceremonial?"

Drax's tone was mocking and sarcastic.

Zhao Yi:

"To make a long story short, I want to play a game with you."

Drax laughed out loud upon hearing this:

"game?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

Zhao Yi went to the window, opened it, lit a cigarette, and a smile spread across his face:

"I bet you've been looking for the mad inventor's body for a while now."

"However, it seems you haven't found anything."

Drax's smile slowly faded.

"It seems that the Joker really did betray the faith."

Zhao Yi neither confirmed nor denied:

"If you agree to play this game with me and win, I will tell you the inventor's physical location; if you lose, the church will have to leave this place forever!"

"This is your only chance to obtain the inventor's physical location."

Drax rubbed his teeth together gently, his face revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Zhao Yi was right.

They joined forces with many other player factions in the ruined city to search for the old inventor's body, but to no avail.

Their previous tracking signals did indeed indicate that the old inventor's body had been taken to the vicinity of the ruined city by the mechanical rabbit.

But later, the location of that body suddenly disappeared.

They tried various methods, including using the church's advanced technology, to reposition the old inventor's body, but all attempts failed.

It seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Drax lowered his gaze and closed the codex in his hands.

His smile faded, and he said softly:

"What game do you want to play with me?"

Zhao Yi gazed at the scenery outside the window, at the serene starlight:

"Let's use Guxuan Town as our chessboard and play a game of chess."

Upon hearing about playing chess, Drax's interest gradually flared up:

"How do I do it?"

Zhao Yi pondered for a moment.

"I will grant Valley Suspension Town the authority to the church. You can build three churches in Valley Suspension Town. At that time, I will select one hundred people, and you can preach to these one hundred people. During this period, the missionaries are allowed to use spiritual means to bewitch them, but they must not cause any physical harm to these people."

"You only have ten days... If more than half of these one hundred people become believers in the church after ten days, then you win."

"how?"

Drax thought for a moment and replied:

"OK."

"I'll send someone over tomorrow."

"Remember your words."

After hanging up the communicator, Zhao Yi slowly closed his eyes.

He certainly wouldn't believe Drax.

Zhao Yi knew all too well what a despicable bunch the church was.

Even if he wins, Drax will never leave this place.

The reason for proposing this condition was simply to make his fabricated game seem more realistic.

He used a false purpose to cover up his true purpose.

On the surface, Drax would think that Zhao Yi wanted to use this foolish method to drive the church out of the ruined city area.

But actually... Zhao Yi simply wanted to stall for ten days.

This timeframe is already quite tight.

If it were any longer... Drax would likely become suspicious.

Next, Zhao Yi had to pretend that he was really serious about playing this game with them... and use this game to constantly control and prolong their patience...

P.S.: This chapter is over 6000 words. I'll write another one; I'll make it 8500 words then.

Tonight, that scoundrel will either die in front of the computer or finish writing and go to sleep!