[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2285936,4472,"Chapter 100: 99 Brutal Move! Combined into One, Hehe~","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>99 Brutal Move! Combined into One, Hehe~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an unexpected miss and playing the role of a “flying thief,” Leon frowned, reaching out to press his fingers against the black goat’s forehead, preparing to use Soul Vision to locate the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the black goat in the shopping bag tilted its head slightly, dodging his fingers, then whispered a warning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t use our ability yet—not even Soul Vision! There’s heart odor everywhere here; just like we can sense its traces, he can sense us too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sniffing like a dog, the black goat muttered, half-excited, half-worried:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This smell is so strong… looks like my heart’s mixed in better than I did… tsk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the black goat’s muttering, Leon, who had been about to leave for the next target, shot it a sidelong glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, you don’t mind your brother suffering—you just can’t stand him driving a Land Rover, huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, I think I forgot to ask you something…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulling his hand out of the shopping bag, Leon asked curiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does your heart have its own intelligence too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! I’m the closest thing to a true god among demons!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black goat snorted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t reach the level of a true god, where even a single piece of flesh retains consciousness—but I’m not far off. Organs like the heart, infused with partial divine authority, naturally gain awareness after separation from the body!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, if you say it’s normal, then it’s normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not interested in discussing demonic physiology with the black goat, Leon cut straight to his most pressing question:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since your two wills are separate, when I get your goat… heart, who will dominate—you or it? Or will you merge into one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Leon’s question, the black goat froze slightly, then hesitated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It should be… me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how uncertain it looked, Leon couldn’t help scoffing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Earlier you didn’t even know what your heart’s ability was—just vague stuff about pride and domination. Now you still can’t say who’ll be in charge after you get it? Aren’t you a well-traveled great demon? How come you don’t even know your own body?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am a great demon, but I’ve never been disassembled this thoroughly before! How am I supposed to know what I haven’t experienced? As for the ability—my heart’s been inside me, but I’ve never dug it out to look at it. What’s strange about not knowing its limits? Your blood vessels are yours too—have you ever cut yourself open to see them? Do you even know how long they are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After defaulting to stubbornness, the black goat, slightly embarrassed, clicked its tongue, realizing it really needed to think about who would dominate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside other things, according to its original position in the body, the horns’ authority over wrath and conflict barely ranked third, while the heart’s authority over pride and ambition was undeniably first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I go out of my way to retrieve the heart, only to fail to merge and lose dominance—getting ridden over by it instead—that’d be like recognizing a stranger as my father after traveling a thousand miles…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leon, be honest—have I treated you well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pondering, sensing danger, the black goat spoke up seeking support:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure, I have my own selfish motives—I always push you to go wild—but have I ever caused you trouble? You say jump, I jump. You tell me to stay quiet, I shut up. When you’re in danger, I warn you. I’ve asked for nothing but a few puffs of smoke—even when you stepped on my head, I didn’t get mad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more it spoke, the more it felt like a miserable great demon, so it abruptly stopped whining and declared firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leon, think hard—if I lose to it and lose dominance, will the new me still cooperate with you like this? Forget our life-or-death bond—just based on this alone, aren’t you obligated to stand by me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he spoke, the more he felt it was unjust to be such a great demon; the black goat abruptly stopped his pity act and declared with righteous confidence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, this thing had a point…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horns had been thoroughly “tamed” by the red-haired chief—far more subdued than the other six “wild” organs. If dominance shifted, there was no guarantee the new will would be this obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning down to check again that no one was around, Leon flipped out the window again, mounted the witch’s broom hovering in the corner, and asked casually:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside other matters, the ram’s horn had been thoroughly broken by the red-haired director, effectively tamed—certainly more obedient than the remaining six “wild” ones. If another will had taken control, it might not have been nearly so compliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phew… you’ve got some conscience, kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Leon didn’t object, the black goat secretly exhaled in relief and pressed on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—smash it hard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With zero regard for sibling… or rather, sibling-goat bonds, the black goat growled darkly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your pendant carries holy spirit energy—naturally harmful to demons. Once I help you get the goat heart, unleash everything—use your pendant to burn it! Scorch its strength below mine, so it knows who’s the boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, we’ll see when the time comes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t just ‘see’ then! You have to go all out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Leon’s stance was shaky, fearing he might still consider negotiating with his own heart, the black goat hurriedly added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never met my heart before, but its authority is pride! You know it’s born to refuse submission—you must strike hard, crush its arrogance before it rises!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah yeah, but I don’t like striking hard without cause. Let’s wait until we find it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After brushing off the black goat, Leon pulled out his list and checked it: the last four names on the list of eight had been crossed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though we’ve never met our own heart before, its power is Pride! Without even thinking, you know it was born unwilling to submit to anyone—you must strike hard and crush its arrogance completely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm, but I don’t like striking hard without cause. Let’s wait until we find it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After removing the female prisoner’s bandages and escorting her and the policewoman out of Lyon Estate, Leon returned to complete his investigation, captured a high-ranking servant, and used Soul Vision to interrogate them about their residences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already visited the four crossed-out individuals—their souls reeked of decay, but none carried the scent left by consuming goat organs; they weren’t the real targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth name on the list, Thomas Lyon, was the Lyon family’s representative in the water company incident—the first person whose soul showed traces of the goat heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the black goat said he wasn’t the holder, only temporarily granted a fraction of power, and had his soul tampered with so he’d collapse the moment he tried to leak information, Leon still came to check—only to find him gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had personally visited all four individuals already crossed off; though their souls reeked of decay and rot, none carried the scent produced by consuming goat offal—they were not the true targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried that using Soul Vision to track the blond middle-aged man might alert the goat heart, Leon pressed a mark into Thomas Lyon’s name and continued upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver Lyon… this man was a senior official in the Road Administration. According to the servant, he’d recently been handling a stalled railway project and hadn’t returned to his residence at Lyon Estate—also skip him. Next was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bobby Lyon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the second name on the list, Leon recalled the fate of the female prisoner’s husband, his brow knitting slightly—he actually hoped Bobby was the heart’s holder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad, by his family history, he was far less suspicious than his older brother, the current Duke of Lionheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current Duke of Lionheart wasn’t exactly ordinary, but his birth status was merely decent, originally ranked seventh in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he went on a rampage—his rivals died, fled, or disappeared; he inexplicably gained massive clan support; time and again he turned defeat into victory, yet no one could explain how he won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to his brother, whose face practically screamed “suspicious,” Bobby Lyon’s record, though full of red flags, was comparatively normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from being cruel and fond of political scheming—both suspicious—he was nearly a textbook Lyon noble… and apparently even hardworking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the still-lit window on the fifth floor of the main building, Leon frowned, hesitating whether to storm in now or wait until the man slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, the shopping bag in Leon’s hand jerked violently—and the black goat’s frantic voice rang in his ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s him! It’s him! Hurry! I feel it—he’s in that room! He just used his authority!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it him? Then this solves two problems at once!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the black goat, Leon no longer concealed himself—he squeezed his legs around the witch’s broom and shot like an arrow straight through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash! Shatter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hurry up! I feel it! It’s in that room—he just activated his power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man—around twenty-seven or twenty-eight—leapt up instantly, letting out the standard startled shout. He started to run for the door, planning to call for guards like an ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he reached the doorway, he seemed to notice something—his eyes lit up with joy, and he froze, staring fixedly at Leon’s shopping bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s… gurgle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black goat stuck out its tongue, tore a hole in the bag, and exposed its mouth—ready to taunt its other half—but barely uttered a syllable before being blasted with a hurricane of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Emma’s advice—“Never talk to enemies unless extracting intel”—Leon, the moment he smashed through the window, fully activated the witch’s broom, wrapping the young man in a gale of swirling glass shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, fearing the man might have a survival trick, Leon simultaneously unleashed the holy pendant’s power, expending the equivalent energy of jogging five kilometers to crush the young man’s soul in one blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puff! Puff! Puff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sounds of blades piercing flesh echoed. Under the holy pendant’s spiritual assault, the young man’s joyful expression went blank—he offered no resistance before being flung backward by the gale, slamming hard into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of glass shards, like countless tiny knives, shredded his front body, carving it bloody, piercing clean through, and embedding themselves into the violet wall behind him, blossoming into grotesque, vivid flowers of blood…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even to ensure safety, fearing the man might have some survival trick, Li Ang simultaneously activated the power of the Holy Pendant, expending the stamina equivalent to a five-kilometer jog to crush the young man’s soul with full force!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling out of the bag, the black goat stared at the young man pinned to the wall, mouth gaping wide in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what you mean by “not liking to strike hard”? How hard do you even hit when you do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that… it? Already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this was exactly the outcome he’d hoped for, Leon still felt an unreal, dreamlike numbness—and…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this what you call not striking hard? Then how brutal must your hard strikes really be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he’d confirmed the man’s soul was the type deserving execution—no guilt over killing innocents—he still felt his stomach churn at the sight of the corpse on the wall, impossible to air on any broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered back two steps, raised his sleeve to cover his nose and mouth, took two deep breaths, and, before Lyon family members arrived, pale-faced, he snapped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your heart—point it out to me now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he broke the window and moved to act, he had already confirmed the target’s soul traits—someone who deserved to be shot dead, with no risk of killing an innocent, and virtually no psychological burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet looking at the corpse on the wall—no matter how heavily pixelated, it could never be broadcast on television—Leon’s stomach churned violently, and half the color drained from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled back two steps, then raised his sleeve to cover his nose and mouth, took two deep breaths, and, before the Raynes family could arrive, pale-faced, Leon hurriedly urged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s your heart? Point it out to me right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, okay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black goat snapped back to attention, glanced at the young man, and was about to speak the location of the goat’s heart when it suddenly sensed something amiss and let out a piercing scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Ang! He…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the bloody, gruesome scene made him nauseous, Li Ang never averted his gaze—he had detected the anomaly even earlier than the black goat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant the eyeballs of the “corpse” on the wall twitched, before the black goat could scream, he had already activated the [Holy Spirit Pendant], summoning several egg-sized “stones” that smashed against the young man’s joints with a series of loud thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not knowing how the man had returned from death, Li Ang held nothing back: before shattering his joints, he first condensed several “fine needles” and hurled them at high speed into the young man’s vital points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Li Ang’s relentless assault, in the span of a single breath, over a dozen vivid bursts of blood erupted across the young man’s body—even a small hole pierced through his third eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely, despite such catastrophic damage, he retained full mobility, staggering backward two steps before plopping back down into his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect! Absolutely perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tilting his head slightly to avoid the invisible strike aimed at his vocal cords, the young man, his face drenched in blood, smiled at Li Ang with an unnervingly radiant grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I learned the [Horn] had fallen into that woman’s hands, I thought I’d never recover it—only to search for the remaining five. I never imagined she’d give it to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Li Ang, who was gasping heavily, eyes wide with shock, the young man spoke sincerely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the new recruit from the Cleanup Bureau, aren’t you? Thank you! You’ve done me an enormous favor!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2329,"2026-06-20T03:18:28.556Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","04f8a01294b7e1795f2b58a4847f5157c0b8e162b0b7e38908933867cc3635ba","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-101","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-99",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]