Excessive ferocity due to caution

Inside the Bai family manor, in the bathroom.

Whiteman braced himself against the wall with one hand, as if insects were wriggling inside his skin.

His pupils were an abnormal blue.

Occasionally, it turns blood red again.

The icy water washed over his naked body, and wisps of white mist appeared on his skin.

呲味——

The water made a boiling sound as it steamed.

Whiteman's skin gradually turned red, and he kept emitting low, beastly roars.

His muscles bulged and throbbed.

Saliva and mucus seeped from the corners of his mouth, mingling with the shower water.

The toilet walls were covered in cracks from being punched repeatedly.

The absurd light shone on his face.

This continued for more than two hours until Whiteman's body finally returned to normal. He slid into the bathtub, panting heavily, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His once full chest has now become sunken, with his ribs and sternum clearly visible, making him look like a homeless man who has been starving for a year and a half.

Two hours later, sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on Whiteman's face.

He regained his senses slightly.

With great effort, he sat up in the bathtub. His skin had turned pale from soaking overnight. Whiteman walked unsteadily, dried himself off, put on his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom. He then took out his phone and called his housekeeper, Gan Tun.

"Hey, Gan Tun, the thing's hidden properly, right?"

Faced with Whiteman's question, Gan Dun remained silent for a moment, his voice tinged with bitterness:

"Mr. Bai..."

"The Goddess of Destiny has been stolen."

Upon hearing this news, Whiteman, who was about to walk towards the bedroom, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he said sharply:

"What did you say?!"

Gan Tun sighed:

"After you notified me last night, we arrived within ten minutes, but by then, the Godfall had already been moved away."

"I sent extra people to search the area last night, but we didn't find any trace of them."

"I suspect they've been watching us for a while now. It just so happens that Sata brought his men to cause trouble at Godfall Manor last night, and after you and General Sata were both injured, they took advantage of the situation. Otherwise, a device as large as Godfall couldn't possibly have been moved so quickly in such a short time..."

As Bai Teman listened to Gan Tun's story, he stood there speechless for a long time.

He felt dizzy.

Last night, I risked my life to barely stop Sata, and afterwards I had to deal with the military's investigation. But that wasn't all; the thing I was protecting... was stolen by Lao Liu!

How could he accept that?

He found it too hard to accept!

A mouthful of fishy-sweet taste filled his throat, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he collapsed to his knees.

On the other end, Gan Tun was unaware of Whiteman's condition.

He continued:

"Mr. Bai... I even suspect that the military might have intervened?"

After waiting for a long time, he finally heard Whiteman's weak voice:

"Not the military."

"You haven't dealt with them, you don't know them."

"If the military finds out about this, dozens of tanks and artillery will come straight over and bomb me and the manor to the ground."

"Listen to me, the matter of Godfall can only be investigated secretly for now. After Sata's death, the military will be here soon..."

"The most urgent task is to deal with the problems on the military's side..."

...

Police station.

Following Zhao Yi's instructions, Chu Tebi uploaded the video he had taken that night to the media, explaining that the video was found on a body that had died at the scene.

The suspect, a self-proclaimed capitalist, discovered the situation and then killed the witness to cover it up.

This claim is certainly full of flaws.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

It's just spreading rumors.

They prey on people who are easily controlled by their emotions.

If the other person is really into it, you can point to a horse and tell them it's a deer, and they'll believe you.

This news immediately caused a huge uproar.

Later, Zhao Yi spent money to hire some small media outlets to write all sorts of outrageous statements, throwing all sorts of accusations at Capital Hero using unreliable terms like "suspected," "possibly," and "it is said."

People who read news tend to subconsciously believe what they see at first glance.

Most of these words, they will simply choose to ignore.

To these brainless people, what is suspected is the truth.

The capitalist hero, who had always been reluctant to kill, went on a killing spree last night, and the turmoil was even related to him!

That sounds... incredibly exciting!

Initially, major media outlets in V City kept debunking rumors and whitewashing Capital Hero.

He frantically deletes comments under his own videos and captions.

But when the lapdog of Capital Man went to his superiors to demand money with his "loyal words," he discovered that the person who paid them... had disappeared.

As a result, the voices defending the capitalists immediately quieted down considerably.

They even disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The military was involved.

Since all the evidence points to Capital Man killing Admiral Sata, Whiteman has to be cautious.

It doesn't matter if Capital Man runs into trouble, as long as he's alright, it's only a matter of time before he returns.

He has money; if he lacks power, he can create it.

The most important thing right now is to find a way to dispel the military's suspicions about me!

Once things calm down, everything will be easier to discuss.

In the police station, a young office worker walked in holding half a banana and smiled at Chutby:

"Chief... Capitalist Hero has really suffered a setback this time!"

"The voices of the masses are so loud that even those trying to defend the capitalists can't keep up."

Chutby stared at the computer screen, the light shining on his face, but he felt no joy whatsoever.

Looking at the countless comments criticizing the "capitalist hero," he suddenly felt as if he himself had become the "capitalist hero."

Back then, my comrades in the police station were hung on the internet rack like this, subjected to relentless torture.

Back then, the person behind the scenes was Capitalist, but now it's him.

Chute felt incredibly depressed.

He lit a cigarette, intending to go see Zhao Yi.

Whether it's truth or brainwashing.

This man truly puts his mind at ease.

He remembered that he owed Zhao Yi a pack of cigarettes, so he took a pack from his seat and brought it with him.

Upon arriving at Zhao Yi's studio, Chu Tebi threw a cigarette onto Zhao Yi's desk.

"Here you go."

Zhao Yi tore open the packaging, pulled out one, smelled it, and laughed:

"The situation is much better. This time, the police station has a chance to catch its breath."

Chutebi sighed:

"Sometimes I really can't tell if I've become a capitalist too..."

"How is this kind of tactic of kicking someone when they're down any different from his actions back then?"

Snapped--

A small flame ignited on the lighter.

"Chief, you seem uneasy."

"Like this flame."

Chutebi stared at Zhao Yidian's hand, uncertainly saying:

"I'm afraid... that the dragon slayer may become the dragon himself."

Zhao Yi exhaled a puff of white smoke and laughed:

"You are kind, but not resolute enough."

"You're afraid of sacrificing yourself for justice, but you're also afraid of becoming a villain. So you can neither help the good people nor punish the bad."

PS: First update.

I broke my promise today, but I definitely won't stay up too late.

That good-for-nothing Ye has already rolled out of bed!