Chapter 451: Massive Hemorrhage

The royal family is the heart, the nobility the organs, the council the mind, the factories the muscles, the merchants the bones, and the rest are merely skin and hair?

"My view differs from yours,"

Ignoring the editor's accusation, after pondering his metaphor, Li Ang stared at the soul before him, oozing arrogance and rot, and replied without expression:

"Merchants aren't bones—they're bacteria in the intestines. When growing normally, they're beneficial, but if left to multiply unchecked, they could rot the entire gut."

As for the royal family and nobility… they're not organs whose loss means death—they're lice breeding in the crotch. The moment they bite too hard, they should be plucked out and crushed!"

Crush the royal family and nobility?!

After hearing Li Ang's reply, the editor of The Daily shuddered violently; his once-arrogant eyes widened to their limits in an instant!

How could this man… ah!!! No wonder he dared expose this! He must be a rebel! One of those agitators inciting revolt!!

"Guards!!"

Stepping back several paces until his back hit the booth partition, the editor of The Daily screamed in panic:

"Arrest him! He's the rebel who assassinated the Princess! He wants to… ah!!!"

Swinging his folder with full force, he slammed it hard against the editor's face. Seeing this trash still trying to frame him, Li Ang, who had held back too long, felt a surge of foul rage ignite within him.

Wearing the black veil that concealed his face, he had no fear of exposure endangering his family. Though layered in multiple coats, Li Ang had never felt so "light" before; his blood burned scalding hot in his veins.

"Rebel? You called me a hair, didn't you?"

With a triumphant cry, his knuckles—white from clenching—shot forward, smashing into the editor's face. A sharp crack echoed as the punch shattered the wooden slat, driving the man's skull straight into the booth partition.

"You wanted me to shut up, didn't you?"

Blood streamed from two deep gashes on Li Ang's knuckles, sliced open by the editor's broken teeth, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. He swung his bloody fist again—crack! —snapping the editor's nose sideways, forcing the man's rolling eyes back into focus with fresh agony.

"Then pull me out, if you can!"

Gripping the table on both sides, Li Ang delivered a crushing kick to the editor's chest, leaving a muddy footprint on the pristine silk handkerchief, then kicked him clean through the partition. Gasping for breath, he grabbed the cold horn from his shopping bag before the guards behind him could pounce.

"Your turn."

Fully activating the true power of 【Devil's Horn】, he stirred the dark impulses within a dozen guards, binding them all together into a single knot of hatred around the editor, then raised his still-bleeding right hand, shoved aside the guard whose pupils were rapidly filling with blood, and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

"Beat him to death!"

…

"Boy! You've finally taken this step!"

Licking a hole in the shopping bag, the Black Goat watched the restaurant behind him descend into chaos, ears catching the screams that had already spilled onto the street. He burst into delighted laughter: "To hell with the Cleanup Bureau's stupid rules! For trash like this, you kill them outright! I'm growing to admire you more and more!"

But your work's still too crude. Binding all their rage into one knot feels good, but once they start beating each other, they might not kill him in the end."

Listen to me! Next time you want someone dead, separate those dark impulses—bind each one to a different man. Let ten men beat one. Even without weapons, they'll crush him to pulp!"

"Hey! Boy! I'm teaching you how to use me! Aren't you going to thank me for my generosity? Speak up! Why are you silent?"

Ignoring the overexcited Black Goat, Li Ang tore off a relatively clean scrap of cloth, wrapped it haphazardly around his wounded right hand, then picked up his blood-smeared folder and stared with complex eyes at the trash bin by the street.

Originally, I came to collect a stack of old newspapers, read through all their recent story topics, and finally narrowed it down to The Daily, The Royal Gazette, and The Capital Evening News.

The Royal Gazette didn't even acknowledge me; they sneered at my handwritten summaries, glanced at the headlines, didn't flip a single page, and ordered guards to throw me out.

As for the junior editor at The Capital Evening News—he only looked at the name of the involved family, then trembled like a leaf, paid for no coffee, and ran off.

This editor of The Daily… he didn't even want to publish the story, and tried to trick me into giving back the evidence to destroy it! He even accused me of being a thief, a rebel who assassinated the Princess!

If even these three newspapers—the only ones that dared speak—refuse to accept this evidence and publish it, then what's the difference between these materials I stole from Charle Hydro and trash in a bin?

Hmm… wait! Charle Hydro! Charle!

At the mention of that name, Li Ang suddenly realized he'd been trapped in a narrow mindset. He'd been obsessing over how to solve this problem, but only thought of acting alone—forgetting Charle Department Store existed!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Handing these documents around myself, I only hit walls. But if I give them to Charle Department Store, that billionaire who shares the same name as the coffee stall old man will seize the chance and strike back with all his power!

I'm such an idiot!

Frustrated, he punched his left hand, tore his gaze from the trash bin, and decided to try once more at Charle Department Store.

Glancing at the sky, he saw time was running short. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and sprinted toward the platform hundreds of meters away, waving at the steam carriage waiting for passengers.

"Ride! One person!"

"Got it!"

Seeing a customer approach, the driver—who'd been lazily chewing a cigarette—perked up, crushed the cigarette between his fingers, tucked it behind his ear, and hurried over with a grin.

But as he pulled the carriage close and saw Li Ang's clothing, his smile vanished. He reached for the cigarette behind his ear, slumped back against his seat, and muttered with a sullen face:

"Four-seat sightseeing carriage: two copper wheels for two kilometers, four copper wheels for five kilometers, one copper wheel per kilometer beyond five. Less than two kilometers counts as two. You in or not?"

"I'm in!"

After calculating the approximate distance, Li Ang, heart aching with every copper, nodded, clenched his teeth, stepped onto the passenger step, and ducked into the carriage.

"Charle Department Store headquarters! As fast as you can!"

(End of Chapter)