After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"The murderer in that garden case, the one who made you kneel down, has a father who is a member of the House of Representatives, and he himself is an awakened person. Tsk tsk, what a superior person."

The arrogant young man smirked.

He could hear what Little Yama was saying, so he was very proud and arrogant, and he didn't feel that it was wrong for him to kill people without any responsibility and to abuse his power.

If power is not abused, then what is the point of having power?

So what if the protests that are happening all over Zhongzhou City right now are huge?

I've been released on bail, haven't I?

In the future, won't the court find him not guilty and release him?

That is power.

The absolute power to distinguish oneself from the lower classes.

Zhou Yan then looked at the arrogant and disdainful young man.

Zhou Yan remembered the driver telling him that the murderer was a drug addict and suffered from depression, so the court would most likely not sentence him.

But does this current attitude suggest depression?

The blond-haired boy was annoyed to see Zhou Yan still talking to Little Yama.

"Are you fucking deaf? Not coming out, huh? Brothers! Smash this junk!"

The skateboarders around them pulled out baseball bats.

The surrounding crowd noticed something was wrong, but instead of doing anything, they wisely retreated, clearing a large area of ​​the ground. Some people started calling the police.

"Oh!"

Two baseball bats slammed into the roof of the luxury car Zhou Yan was sitting in, leaving two dents in the roof.

The blond boy standing to the side took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked on with smug satisfaction as Zhou Yan's car was smashed and deformed by a baseball bat.

The blond boy was the son of a local congressman. He grew up in Zhongzhou City and knew all the powerful and influential families in the city. He also got along well with the second-generation rich kids. Therefore, he knew very well that Zhou Yan, who drove a luxury car and dressed in a way that didn't reflect the Zhongzhou style, was definitely a nouveau riche from out of town, a country bumpkin.

A country bumpkin should just stay in his hometown. What's he doing coming to the prestigious Zhongzhou City?

They polluted their own environment.

Since I had some free time, I took care of this guy, which is also a contribution to the environmental sanitation of my hometown.

"Click..."

Before the car was smashed, Zhou Yan opened the car door and got out.

The blond boy grinned menacingly, reached for a butterfly knife at his waist, and pulled it out.

The blond boy knew all the second-generation rich kids in Zhongzhou City who were not to be offended, but Zhou Yan wasn't on that list. He was still a country bumpkin, so...

It's okay to kill him...

"Whoosh..."

The blond boy's hand holding the butterfly knife flew out. Sensing something was wrong, the blond boy stared blankly at his bare wrist after losing his hand.

The blond boy, who had never been beaten by his father since childhood, couldn't accept his current situation for a while.

"Whoosh..."

Before the blond boy could react, his legs were severed below the knees.

The blond boy fell to the ground, blood gushing from his three wounds.

The teenagers who were smashing the car were stunned and all stopped.

Who is this idiot on the other side?

Their Brother Yang is the son of a member of Congress and an awakened individual. Because of this, they have been running rampant in Zhongzhou City. Now, someone actually dares to resist them.

Aren't you afraid of dying?

Zhou Yan had seen these young men who were just bullying others. They had bullied many people who dared not fight back, and they all thought they were someone important. They had a temper with everyone. But now, seeing their leader's miserable state and the weapon in Zhou Yan's hand, they all felt a chill in their hearts. Their temper turned into cold sweat, and they all ran away with a strange cry.

Holding the Life Martial Sword, Zhou Yan walked up to the blond boy who had lost both legs and one arm. The blond boy stared at Zhou Yan in astonishment, then screamed hysterically.

"You're finished, my dad is..."

A flash of light appeared in Zhou Yan's hand, and the young man used the Life Martial Sword to cut off the blond boy's tongue. The blond boy screamed in agony, covering his mouth with his only intact hand, and blood slowly seeped out from between his fingers.

It hurts, but it's okay!

The blond boy watched his underling run away with a heart full of anger, certain that his underling would call his father later, at which point his father would arrive with a large number of awakened people and the army.

He will repay Zhou Yan tenfold for what he did to him!

Xie Xin walked out from behind Zhou Yan and leaned against the luxury car lane.

"Master Zhou, would you like me to prepare a vehicle for you? I guarantee I can get you out of Zhongzhou City within half an hour."

The federal government's control over the states varies; in some states, it has absolute authority, while in others it ignores everything. Therefore, as long as Zhou Yan goes to a place where the federal government has no say, he will be fine.

Zhou Yan waved his hand, and the young man took out his phone and dialed Zhuque's number.

Zhuque connected quickly.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhou Yan put the phone on speakerphone and placed it in front of the blond boy.

The blond boy looked at Zhou Yan with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Yan said jokingly.

"Lord Suzaku, I'm sorry, someone tried to kill me just now, but I killed him in self-defense. Oh, his father is a member of parliament."

The blond boy covered his mouth and tilted his head. Suzaku...

Suzaku?

Suzaku!

An unprecedented sense of unease swept over the blond boy's heart. His father was a member of Congress, and he was also an Awakened One, but these two identities combined were utterly insignificant compared to the Vermilion Bird True God, one of the Four Divine Beasts, who controlled the nation's energy lifeline.

If the young man opposite me is indeed related to Suzaku, then I...

Is it too late for me to admit defeat now?

The blond boy tried to speak, but without a tongue, he could only utter muffled, incoherent words.

Zhuque asked a question.

Which member of Congress is it?

Zhou Yan looked at Little Yama.

Little Yama said with a grin.

"That man's name is Yang Yun, Yang as in the Yang family generals, and Yun as in white clouds."

Zhuque didn't even ask Zhou Yan how things were going, she just replied with a question.

"understood."

……

The next day.

News of the death of Congressman Yang Yun and his family, who were run over by a dump truck on the third floor of their home due to the truck driver's carelessness, has spread throughout the country.

The federal government launched a public service course on road traffic safety escort, which sparked numerous discussions.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Convertibles

Because the car was gone, Zhou Yan told Xie Xin to go back by herself. After killing the blond boy, Zhou Yan took Xiao Yanjun out of the square, bought a bicycle, and took Xiao Yanjun to the Daxing Hotel.

While riding his bike, Zhou Yan asked curiously.

"Brother Yan, if I don't make a move, are you going to make a move later?"

Zhou Yan didn't believe that Little Yama was just playing with the blond boy because he thought he was good-looking. Little Yama had even touched the boy's underwear; how could he not have had ulterior motives?

"Little Yama, sitting in the back seat, chuckled."

"Ah, I just visited this guy's dad at noon today, and then I stopped by to see him. I was planning to invite this guy to a hotel later and give him a 'ghost feast'."

Little Yama opened her hand, and a disheveled girl with a face covered in blood grew from it.

This is the female college student that the blond boy killed. When Little Yama went to the villa where the blond boy lived, he took the female college student's soul, found the blond boy, and planned to turn the female college student into an evil ghost later so that she and the blond boy could have some fun.

Zhou Yan turned his head and glanced at Little Yama's hand.

Bai Ze's omniscience provided the answer: the wronged souls who were tortured and murdered.

Zhou Yan turned his head back and shook his head.

Although it sounds unbelievable, Zhou Yan actually gave the blond boy a quick death by killing him. Otherwise, if he had gone to a hotel with Little Yama, he would have been in a terrible predicament.

The wronged souls in Little Yama's hands slowly dissipated.

The girl, who looked like a purple-haired old woman, sighed.

“This Yang Xu (the blond boy)’s great-grandfather was actually one of my men.”

Zhou Yan asked in surprise.

"Your men?"

Little Yama's face was full of bitterness.

"Ah, Yang Xu's great-grandfather was named Yang Erniu. He was an honest and simple farmer. When he was young, his family's land was taken over by his elders. His younger sister was kidnapped and sold by her uncle because he wanted to find a wife. Without land, the family couldn't afford to eat, so his mother had to go to the city to sell her. I met this Yang Erniu when I went to the countryside. He was being called a whore and cried so much that he wanted to jump off a mountain."

“I stopped this child and taught him to read and write, to learn about culture, and to read books. That child was the most hardworking I had ever seen. He devoted almost his entire life to being ambitious and hardworking. After that, he followed me and became an extremely meticulous and conscientious person. I wouldn’t say he was very useful, but he was definitely someone who would never let me down.”

Little Yama began to shake his head.

“I remember that this child was extremely compassionate towards ordinary people. Whenever he had time, he would go to the countryside to promote education and help people who were struggling to make ends meet. He didn’t want others to suffer the same hardships he had experienced when he was young.”

Little Yama couldn't continue speaking after that.

Zhou Yan said nonchalantly.

"The blessings bestowed by a virtuous person will last for three generations."

Elites are merely an anomaly in human reproduction, while ordinary people are the norm. Therefore, it is inevitable that elite families will decline generation after generation. Of course, with the foundation laid by their predecessors, the lives of their descendants will certainly be much easier. However, that blond boy's life was not just much easier; he had become lawless.

Zhou Yan rode past a bend in the road.

After turning the corner, the Daxing Hotel appeared at the end of a new intersection.

Little Yama immediately poked his head out from behind Zhou Yan and said happily.

"This Daxing Hotel is great. When I was still here, I liked to come here every afternoon to have some grilled oxtail. Hey, the oxtail at Daxing Hotel is the best in Zhongzhou. Not to mention outside this state, even outside this city, you can't find it anywhere else."

Little Yama grabbed Zhou Yan's clothes on the side.

"Little one, have you ever tried the grilled oxtail at this hotel?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"This is only my first day here."

"You're lucky then. I'll order you some side dishes later, all from the best restaurants in Zhongzhou, like the Daxing Hotel, tsk tsk..."

Little Yama swallowed a few times.

Zhou Yan asked, puzzled.

"Brother Yan, you just arrived?"

If you weren't new to Zhongzhou, surely you've eaten at Daxing Hotel before?

Little Yama said helplessly.

“I spent too much time looking for that old guy Zhongdou before. Damn it, I’m not the kind of person who repays evil with kindness. If I don’t skin Zhongdou Xingjun alive for the betrayal back then, I’m not Little Yama.”

Zhou Yan was excited.

"So you killed Zhongdou Xingjun?"

"I killed him, but that old guy seemed to have been prepared. When I was about to collect his soul..."

Little Yama's expression was solemn.