Chapter 118: Rules and Stance

"Life is truly fragile."

In the dim bar, Xiao An stood in a pool of blood, gazing at the tragic scene before him.

Like a storm passing through, everything was devastated.

Broken corpses were scattered messily on the floor, on tables, or stuck to the walls; internal organs and flesh were mixed into a clump.

Not far outside the door, faint sounds of vomiting could be heard.

The young officer's face was pale, his hand gripping the police tape trembling, almost pulling it apart.

"Damn it, who brought the rookie here? Get away from me and vomit, don't contaminate the scene."

The sergeant in charge of the scene cursed habitually, but halfway through, he realized something, his voice stalling, becoming even more irritable: "... Damn it, forget it, vomit if you want, this damn scene is of no use anyway."

The scene?

Is the scene useful?

Even if there were solid eyewitnesses and physical evidence, which police officer would go to Lei Yaoxing's door and slap handcuffs on him? With guts bigger than the police commissioner, if you aren't afraid of dying, aren't you afraid of your whole family dying?

"F*ck your mother! Fight, fight, it's all dogs biting dogs, one day the whole family will be dead!" The chubby sergeant spat a mouthful of betel nut juice on the ground and turned to walk out.

"Sir, are you not going to look at the scene?" the subordinate asked blankly.

"Look for what?" The sergeant looked back indifferently: "To uphold justice? Pretending is useless, hurry up and finish the process, call the water truck to wash the ground!"

Look at what?

Haven't you seen enough?

Since the day before yesterday, from the moment they started responding to calls until now, everyone had become completely numb.

In these past few days, except for the streets of Yacheng where there were no corpses, which dark alley didn't have gang fights? Which ditch didn't have a floater soaking in it?

It is said that at the mouth of the Beijiang River, at night, several vans from different gangs have to line up to throw plastic bags into the river, as lively as a market.

Is it because the gangs are doing poorly and can't afford the garbage disposal fee?

Everyone's eyes are red with killing.

Completely gone crazy.

The Quancheng Gang, Life Investment, Yiwu, Xinyiwu, Heliang, Yiqi Tuan, Huxin She on the shore—dozens of large gangs and countless thugs are thinking every day about getting ahead and doing big things, while smugglers and drug dealers at sea have also started sharpening their knives.

Over the years, of the fourteen godchildren Lei Wuye had accumulated, four had long since died. Of the ten remaining, two had cleaned up and gone ashore, no longer involved in gang affairs, but one of them was hacked to death by random knives at his own doorstep, and the other had fled overnight to Chaocheng, not knowing if he would be spared.

Of the remaining eight, one had been sent to the hospital room next to his godfather by a dump truck and was on his last breath, and among the remaining seven, there was nothing left to say.

Everyone had completely turned against each other, leaving only a life-or-death struggle.

Until now, everyone dared to be certain that this old ghost Lei Wuye was truly about to breathe his last.

Even if one wanted to fish, one wouldn't blow up their own fish pond to play.

After successive upheavals, the rules were gone, the world was in chaos, and authority was lost.

Now, even if he opened his eyes again, climbed out of bed, and ran in front of everyone saying, "Children, I'm back!" I'm afraid no one would pay him any mind.

The filial children who used to enjoy his favor might even bring a watermelon knife to crack his head open, asking, "Old dog, why didn't you die sooner?"

The once clear and strict food chain had completely disintegrated with the fall of the stinking whale.

The surviving beasts were feeding on the stinking corpses and blood, looking at that highest point, watching their opponents who were also struggling to climb, and had already begun to show their claws and fangs.

This war in the darkness had only just begun...

"Everyone is so boring."

An Ran gazed at the bloodstains on the wall, talking to himself.

I don't understand, I can't figure it out.

Why does everyone always kill each other for no reason, life or death... although killing each other life or death isn't necessarily bad, but besides killing each other, isn't there anything else to do?

Clearly, their surname isn't An, clearly there are many more meaningful things to do in this world, their lives could have infinite choices, yet they insist on choosing the worst one.

Clearly, it's to make money, yet they insist on selling their lives in the cheapest way possible.

Except for the An family, everyone says life is the most precious, yet everyone doesn't care about life, whether it's someone else's or their own. On the contrary, the An family, a place that only relies on killing to make a living, repeatedly warns every member of the family that they must be cautious when acting and must not start disputes without necessity.

Too strange.

He lowered his head, looking at the fierce faces of those corpses, the expressions on their shattered skulls, ferocious until death.

How ridiculous.

"Hello? Sister Wen, yes, they are all dead, um, forty-one."

He picked up the phone and reported carefully: "Besides that, there are eleven people who were dragged into it, waiters, and a few children."

The victims of the disaster were right at his feet, looking about the same age as him.

Their young faces were full of fear.

Maybe they brought money out to learn from the adults and come to the bar to hunt for beauty, or simply wanted to witness the debauchery... but ended up being dragged into this storm they shouldn't have been in, and were trampled to death.

How pitiful.

At that moment, it was as if mocking laughter rang out from afar.

Across a long distance, someone cast a cold gaze, and just for an instant, it made him shudder!

Without warning, the boy turned around. A shrill whistling sound erupted, and a piece of iron had already been projected from his sleeve, flying at a speed exceeding that of a bullet, crossing heavy obstacles, passing through the gap in the gate, cutting off the antenna blocking the way, and after skimming over the roof, traveling through the gaps between the buildings.

Finally, it pierced into the top of a dilapidated building one kilometer away.

Wedging into the rusted iron door.

Amidst the echoing loud noise, the dust on the rooftop floated, dancing in the afternoon sun.

But in the shadows, there was nothing.

Separated by such a long distance, Xiao An silently gazed at those few wisps of flying dust.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze.

Turned and left.

Meanwhile, in the Nanlu District Sea Business Center, the skyscrapers towering into the sky reflected the sunlight, and crystal-clear light shone on the smooth glass curtain walls.

F21, Life Investment. In the afternoon, in the busy financial company, people kept running back and forth to submit documents and reports, their conversations soft and low, fully displaying the demeanor of high-end elites.

Everyone was proud of their investment results and vision; few people cared where the funds flowing in those accounts and tables actually came from.

At this moment, in the reception room, the phone was hung up.

"Did you hear that? The good deeds you've done."

Wen Wen looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa opposite: "In the past few days, the large-scale conflicts I know of are already too many to count on ten fingers. Just today, more than forty innocent people were dragged into it by you and died. Now, this kind of thing has happened again. Is this how Life Investment does things?"

Across the table, the middle-aged man in a suit wearing a manager's badge suddenly changed color.

"Supervisor Wen, this statement is too much."

Zhou Cheng shook his head decisively: "I've heard about the Baitiao Gang, but it can't be that everything is done by our Life Investment, right?"

Wen Wen asked coldly: "Now everyone knows that Lei Yaoxing and Chen Xingzhou are irreconcilable enemies, life or death. The Baitiao Gang, those trash who pick up Chen Xingzhou's leftovers, are all dead. If it wasn't done by you, could it be that Chen Xingzhou found someone to kill them himself?"

"That's hard to say."

Zhou Cheng smiled indifferently, "Maybe they had internal strife due to uneven distribution of loot. After all, Chen Xingzhou is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to save himself; it's not strange that someone wants to jump ship. Supervisor Wen might as well go ask them."

"What's the point of letting a pawn say this? Let Lei Yaoxing come out and tell me." Wen Wen stared straight at that hypocritical smile: "Someone has to give me an explanation, right?"

"Supervisor Wen, guests are guests. Our Life Investment has at least fulfilled the way of treating guests. Please don't go too far, otherwise, it will always cause misunderstandings."

Zhou Cheng's expression turned cold: "This is not your Beishan District, Supervisor Wen. You might as well change to another place to show off your power."

Or is it that the Security Bureau is finally planning to intervene in our Imperial Foundation affairs?"

Once the words were spoken, only dead silence remained in the air.

Wen Wen looked at him expressionlessly.

On the back of her hand, blue veins bulged.

This is the reason why the other party is fearless, something Tong Shan emphasized countless times on the phone.

At this critical juncture where snakes have no head, the dark side of Yacheng is bound to undergo a tragic reshuffle, using the bones of unknown losers to establish the position of the winner.

This is a fratricide among the White Deer, with no room for Tian Tian Yuan to intervene.

Snakes and rats in the same nest.

Things that cannot see the light should end in places that cannot see the light; no one will care how many die.

If the Security Bureau intervenes rashly, it will inevitably suffer a counterattack from the Imperial Foundation, and the Imperial Foundation will absolutely not allow this bloody selection of the person in charge to be interfered with by the Security Bureau.

"Please go back, Supervisor Wen, and leave some dignity for the Security Bureau and the Imperial Foundation."

Zhou Cheng concealed the mockery and ridicule in his eyes, stood up, smoothed his exquisite high-end jacket, and slowly said goodbye: "Brother Xing will not come out to see you today."

Wen Wen didn't speak.

She didn't even move.

She just took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Patience, patience, Wen Wen, you cannot fail the director's painstaking efforts and kindness, don't look for trouble, don't ruin the big picture, you are already an adult, don't just get angry and fight to the death with people...

But more people have already died.

More innocent people, those ordinary people dragged into this bloody competition, those pregnant women and children crushed by trucks crashing into their opponents.

Those eyes in the pool of blood that wouldn't close in death...

Damn it, I! Can! Not! Stand! It! At! All!

People always say that old habits die hard, especially the stubbornness of the Ruin, which is even harder to change; they can't be changed, can't be persuaded, and don't listen even when told... She has paid the price for her own stupidity more than once.

She has regretted it, more than once, wanted to change, also more than once.

But did she change?

Even once?

Forget it, Wen, your life is f*cking over!

"Alright, if you insist, I will leave."

Wen Wen gave a self-deprecating smile, sighed lightly, reached out, took a crumpled envelope from her pocket, and placed it on the table.

Zhou Cheng froze in place.

"There is a resignation letter here. In five minutes, if I don't see Lei Yaoxing, I will walk out of here, put it in the director's office, and then go to the Security Bureau's personnel office to go through the resignation procedures.

By five o'clock this afternoon at the latest, I will have nothing to do with the Security Bureau."

She tilted her head, lit a White Star, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the smoke, and narrowed her eyes comfortably: "If I don't delay too much time beating up former colleagues, I will go have a meal with my friends first, drink some alcohol happily together, and celebrate a free life.

And then—"

Wen Wen raised her eyes, looked at him, and told him word by word: "I will come back, crush Lei Yaoxing's dog head outside the door of his father's hospital room, and then send his cheap godfather to join him on the road.

And before that, I will burn you trash one by one into ashes, including you and your cousin who is still on probation!

If you don't want the Security Bureau to handle this matter, then let me do it. The Security Bureau will let you trash live in this world, but I won't.

Now, before I use your methods to solve the trouble, I will ask you one last question."

At that moment, from the smile of that tall woman, the transcendent spirit of Minerva appeared, solemn and dignified, as if overlooking the mortal world and casting down judgment.

A terrifying pressure, greater than stone and iron, spread out, wisp by wisp, as if dust falling from the sky, about to bury Zhou Cheng's gradually pale face under the nine earths.

Thus, Wen Wen asked indifferently:

"—Are you going to bet Lei Yaoxing's life with me?" ===== CHAPTER 119 =====