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Because it is right, it is just!

Because it is inevitable, it is necessary!

This is for a better future for Lungmen. This is a major cleanup for Lungmen, and they are the cleaners of this operation!

These filthy Oripathy infected individuals are like viruses, attempting to sabotage Lungmen's promising development.

Like parasites consuming Longmen's resources, their economic development has gradually become sluggish in recent years.

More and more unreasonable laws are being enacted by the Governor of Lungmen, attempting to allocate more resources to the Infected. But resources are finite; more in one area means less in another, which displeases ordinary people. Some even have corrupt minds proposing to renovate the slums and create suitable housing for the Infected. Building houses for insects? It seems even the bigwigs of Lungmen have had their brains gnawed by them. The future of Lungmen belongs to these college graduates about to enter society!

The future belongs to us!

"Have they found any infected individuals yet?"

The man in the lead wore glasses, was thin, hunched over, and had a cold, sinister look in his eyes.

"Yes, it's very strange... They just vanished into thin air, disappearing to who knows where."

Those who were asked were also confused. According to information they received from their employers, the infected people in the Lungmen slums had to get up at eight in the morning and work until ten at night in order to earn less than fifty Lungmen dollars a day.

During this period, infected people could be seen wandering around in almost every passageway of the slum.

But now... there isn't even a trace of an infected person.

Could it be that the employer's information is incorrect?

However, this map is so detailed that it even marks recently constructed buildings, including every passageway and the small paths connecting the rooftops of each building. The map also meticulously marks the locations where infected individuals are most likely to appear, such as certain small shops, grocery stores, and shops selling cheap black bread.

The leader, codenamed Old Dog Huang, was considering whether to spread out his men. They had been in the slums for almost half an hour and had only killed five infected. The money they had wasn't even enough to split, and they hadn't even had a chance to use the weapons in their backpacks.

Not only that, but the group of young masters also seemed impatient, and Old Huang thought to himself that he couldn't afford to offend them.

Ironically, these wealthy people didn't come here for the 3,000 LMD hunting activity at all; they were just tired of reading and wanted to kill an infected person to relieve their stress.

It really is... amazing.

It is precisely because of these wealthy students that the others dare to act recklessly.

Once something goes wrong, the parents of these wealthy children will do everything they can to reduce the severity of their children's crimes. Whether it's pulling strings or using money to influence the four major media outlets in Lungmen and firmly control public opinion, these are privileges reserved for rich kids. Ordinary people like them, even if they only get a little bit of good fortune, might be arrested by the Imperial Guard that afternoon, but two hours later they can walk out the front door without a care in the world, and even pat themselves on the back and fart to the Imperial Guard officers afterwards.

"Old Huang, Old Huang! Found him!"

A cunning man, less than 1.7 meters tall, walked over excitedly, his narrow eyes gleaming with longing and ecstasy for money.

"Don't rush, speak slowly." Old Huang adjusted his glasses and said unhurriedly, "They can't escape."

“Yes, we found four infected brats and one infected Cattercs. Most importantly…” The short man almost jumped up, waving his fist and revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, “those brats seem to be connected to our primary objective!”

"This is really..."

Old Huang's lips curled into a wide smile, a chilling glint emanating from beneath his glasses.

"God help me too!"

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Longmen Outer Ring Road, Southern Slum Area.

A group of about twenty "Dragon Gate Newcomers" surrounded a seemingly unremarkable room, their faces hidden behind black masks filled with ecstasy.

In the center of their encirclement, a purple-haired girl from Cats knelt on the ground. She was covered in dust, her right arm hanging limply at her shoulder, looking quite injured. Behind her were four children, the oldest boy being only six years old, who sat shivering on the ground, clutching a small brown teddy bear tightly in his hand.

These are amulets that Sister Misha made for them, to protect them and keep them safe.

But now...

"Rabbit, Sister Rabbit." The little boy forced back tears, his legs trembling, and even his teeth were chattering. "You have to run away! Sister Dragon isn't here, Sister Misha isn't here, and there's no one in the house... If you don't leave, they'll beat you to death!"

"Stop making such a racket! I got paid for my work, how could I possibly run away! Sister An Suo is known for her trustworthiness in the underworld. If I just leave like this, how am I supposed to make a living here in the future! Damn it, I haven't even tried to be a normal girl yet, how can I possibly give up here!"

An Suo endured the excruciating pain in his right arm, wondering if it was broken. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it.

She looked up at the dense crowd, each person wearing protective gear, shielding their vital parts. These people all carried sophisticated weapons, unlike the baseball bats, bricks, and shards of glass that street thugs might casually grab; it was as if someone had mass-produced them highly destructive blunt weapons.

Generally speaking, people who like blunt weapons are either reckless brutes who are confident in their own strength, or... those who enjoy the process of torturing their opponent, slowly torturing them without killing them with one blow, until they are completely worn out.

"This is troublesome, this is really troublesome."

An Suo tried to stand up, but the intense pain caused her to fall back down, her purple rabbit ears drooping down her cheeks.

Her right arm was injured when she was protecting the children by a thug who hit her with an iron bar. The thug swung the bar with the force of a skull crusher. The light and agile An Suo was knocked to the ground on the spot, and she was in so much pain that she almost cried. She couldn't even hold onto the hook.

That damned conman! He told me to come and collect the bounty from the last mission, but he just ran off! Leaving these kids here—no, these brats probably had nowhere else to go, so they instinctively came to Misha for help.

I've had enough! Where did these people come from, and why are they doing this?!

An Su gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and shakily took out his dagger.

"Look, she's picked up a knife!"

"Take a picture! Take a picture! The infected person is attacking with a knife! Take a picture!"

"I'm going live! Wait, damn it, the signal is so bad here, and it's being blocked."

"Let's record this for fun first, there'll be even more fun stuff to come."

The young people of "Dragon Gate Newcomers" laughed and joked, and the laughter of everyone overlapped, like an echo from hell.

Chapter 237 The Villain Accuses First

The wicked are the first to complain.

That's roughly how it is.

Although An Suo wasn't exactly an honest person, this situation still left her speechless and made her want to laugh.

Even with the burning pain in her arm, she almost laughed out loud. She was thinking... what is going on in this world?

Why would such an absurd thing happen?

Why do perpetrators act like victims?

Why are these people able to take it for granted and shift the blame for their crimes onto others?

An Suo had initially thought that being abandoned by her parents while they cried was the most outrageous thing imaginable, something she could understand. She knew that for impoverished people who grew poorer with each child they had, abandoning a child was often a last resort. But now she discovered something even more absurd happening before her eyes. She didn't understand; she simply couldn't comprehend it!

What terrible things have the people living here done to deserve this treatment?!

Are we the ones who are sick, or are you the ones who have fallen ill?!

“Ha…hahahaha…hahahaha!!”

An Su laughed, her laughter so joyful that it disrupted the merriment among the young people of "Dragon Gate Newcomers".

This greatly displeased the young masters of the "Dragon Gate Newcomers." To them, insects should kneel on the ground as humbly as insects, to be trampled into mincemeat. The act of secretly seeking the courage to stand up again was already a great disrespect to them, let alone emitting such an ear-piercing laugh, which was simply too offensive.

"Would you like to make a bet?"

An Suo smiled slightly, holding the knife in her left hand and performing a series of knife flourishes like a juggler.

"How many people will die at my hands?"

She exclaimed wildly, finding it hard to believe that such a small and delicate girl would say something like that.

Faced with her provocation, a wealthy and powerful man chuckled. He suddenly didn't want to kill this seemingly pretty girl from Carter's so easily. While he couldn't directly ride her, nobles, being nobles, naturally possessed unique skills in bullying others. Even if he couldn't directly have sex with infected women, he could still make them play to their hearts' content in a basement filled with torture instruments, witnessing their lovely faces bloom with their most beautiful expressions.

"Xiao Bao, you go. Remember, leave some alive for me, don't ruin them."

The young master smiled and said to his bodyguards, knowing full well the inherent danger of hunting humans. These thugs were hired to protect them. They didn't care how many Lungmen Dollars they could earn from hunting infected; their monthly allowance was equivalent to several years' income for an average family.

The burly, two-meter-tall Fungti man, resembling a giant, took heavy steps, making a loud noise.

Xiao Bao is not his real name; it is just a nickname given to him by these rich young men, given their particular quirks.

Their hunting dog, Da Bao, also received a similar affectionate nickname.

Unlike the privileged college students who wore only a few protective gear for convenience and safety, Xiao Bao's heavy armor alone weighed twenty kilograms. Even so, it was effortless for him; he could easily wield the entire suit of armor using only his muscle strength.

An Suo steadied herself, holding a folding knife in one hand, the iron-gray blade reflecting the will in her eyes.

"Listen up, kids. Once I charge up there, scatter and run! And whatever you do, don't look back, understand?"

An Suo spoke in a deep voice, and only the four children behind her could hear what she was saying.

"Sister Rabbit, what will you do then?"

"You can only run if you run, you idiots! Do you expect me to carry you on my back?!"

"But……"

"There aren't that many 'buts'!"

An Suo shouted, her voice never so hoarse, and her fighting spirit never so high.

Even though she went to Lungmen prison countless times, she never hurt anyone, and she never crossed her bottom line.

They only care about making money, not about risking their lives.

At this moment, she didn't mind breaking her own principles.

Ansuo knew where these people's confidence came from. Lungmen's laws regarding the infected were much more lenient compared to other countries. Even if an infected person committed theft, they would be imprisoned and subjected to labor reform, unlike in Ursus. In Ursus, an infected person so hungry that they had bitten off their fingernails, and who couldn't bear the hunger any longer, would be beaten to death on the spot by the military and police if they secretly took a piece of Ursus bread from a bakery owner.

However, Lungmen has a law specifically targeting infected individuals.

This is a rule that Lungmen absolutely forbids and will never tolerate.

"Infected individuals must never lay a hand on Lungmen citizens."

Regardless of whether it is a provocation by Lungmen citizens or whether Lungmen citizens strike first, those infected with Oripathy cannot retaliate.

Infected individuals may escape, but are absolutely forbidden from fighting back.

No matter which country you are in, people who are infected do not have the right to defend themselves.

Leaving aside other regions, at least in Lungmen, infected individuals who attack ordinary citizens will never have a good ending. Even a lenient punishment will result in their expulsion from Lungmen, being blacklisted, and never being allowed to set foot in Lungmen again. These infected individuals, without food or water resources, simply cannot survive in the barren land once they are driven out. Even without encountering natural disasters or ferocious beasts, the temperature difference between day and night is enough to kill them.

This is why the young people of "Dragon Gate New Life" can so indifferently kill infected people.

They have no qualms whatsoever; they can even stage accidents involving infected individuals, such as the photo they just took of An Suo holding a knife to them. Based on this alone, An Suo can forget about ever again being able to spend ten days or half a month in a juvenile detention center, eating and drinking for free, and then comfortably get out, just like before.

But An Suo didn't care anymore.

She gave up.

What is there in this world that she could still cherish?

An Suo smiled and, instead of retreating, charged towards the big guy.

If her right arm hadn't been injured, she could have used the grappling hook to get around, but unfortunately... there are no "ifs".

"Let's die together!!"

An Suo roared, her fractured right hand greatly affecting her usual agility and balance, but even a rabbit will bite when provoked.

The girl stumbled aside to avoid Xiao Bao's charge, turned around and stood behind him, raising her right leg and stepping on the back of Xiao Bao's knee! The girls of the Katus tribe have well-developed leg muscles, and even though they look slender and thin, they still possess strong strength.

Even a two-meter-tall, strong man from the Fengti tribe couldn't help but kneel forward.

Taking advantage of the momentum, An Suo leaped up without hesitation, slicing the blade directly at Xiao Bao's nape, the blade gleaming coldly.

Unfortunately, the opponent's rich combat experience allowed him to instantly perceive his weakness and react quickly.

Xiao Bao suddenly tilted his head back, his helmet and armor snapping together, forcefully blocking An Suo's seemingly inevitable strike, while simultaneously slashing backward with his other hand.

An Suo deftly dodged Xiao Bao's outstretched, merciless iron hand, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the children standing still.

The children were stunned, standing there dumbfounded.

Chapter 238 I Can Fight You All Day (4K)

"Run! What are you all standing there for! Run!!"

The girl from Carter's let out a heart-wrenching scream; her voice was hoarse, as if a razor blade was stuck in her throat.

The infected children then strode away, one of them tripping and falling to the ground, stumbling as he got up. Tears, which they had been holding back, streamed down their faces. They didn't know where to go; this place had been their safest place, with people they trusted, but now everything was wrong.

The sky seemed to collapse, and everything in front of me became blurry.

The children's little world... collapsed.

The young master from "Dragon Gate Newcomer" laughed instead of getting angry, realizing he understood the purple-haired girl's intentions.

Trying to stall for time?