Chapter 451: Massive Hemorrhage

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

"My view differs somewhat from yours,"

Without responding to the editor of The Daily's accusation, after pondering his metaphor, Li Ang looked at the soul before him, arrogant and reeking of decay, and replied without expression:

"Merchants are less like bones and more like bacteria in the intestines—beneficial when growing normally, but if left to breed freely, they might rot the entire gut."

As for the royal family and the nobility… rather than organs whose loss means death, they're more like lice growing in the crotch—once they suck blood too painfully, the next second they should be grabbed and crushed between the fingers!"

Crush the royal family and the nobility… between the fingers?!?!

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

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

"Guards!!!"

Stepping back several paces in haste until he reached the partition of the booth, the editor of The Daily screamed in terror:

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

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

Because his face was covered by a black veil, he need not fear exposure endangering his family; though wrapped in several layers of overcoats, Li Ang had never felt so "light" before, and the blood in his veins burned scalding hot.

"Rebel? Didn't you just call me a hair?"

With a triumphant cry, his fist—knuckles white from clenching—shot forward and smashed into the editor of The Daily's face; there was a sharp crack, the punch shattered the wooden slat and drove the man's skull straight into the booth's partition.

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

His knuckles were slashed open by the broken teeth, two deep gashes bleeding freely, yet Li Ang seemed utterly unaware of the pain; swinging his bloody fist again, he punched once more—crack! —snapping the man's nose sideways and forcing the half-unconscious editor back into agonized awareness.

"Then pull me out, you bastard!"

Grabbing the table on both sides, he delivered a crushing kick to the editor of The Daily's chest, leaving a muddy footprint on the pristine silk handkerchief, then kicked the man clean through the partition; gasping for breath, Li Ang seized the cold goat horn from his shopping bag before the guards behind him could rush forward.

"Your turn."

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

"Hit him hard!"

…

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

Licking a hole in the shopping bag with his tongue, Heishanyang watched the restaurant behind him descend into chaos, listened to the screams echoing all the way to the street, and couldn't help but rejoice: "To hell with the Clearance Bureau's stupid rules—crush trash like this outright! We're growing more and more fond of you!"

But your work's still too crude—tying all their rage together at once feels good, but after a while they'll start beating each other, and in the end they might not kill him at all.

Listen to me! Next time you want someone dead, separate the evil impulses, bind each one to a different man—have ten men beat one. Even without weapons, you'll absolutely beat him to death on the spot!"

"Hey! Kid! I'm teaching you how to use me—aren't you supposed to thank me for my generosity? Say something! Why are you silent?"

Ignoring the overexcited Heishanyang, Li Ang tore off a relatively clean scrap of cloth, hastily wrapped his wounded right hand, then picked up his blood-smeared folder and gazed with complex eyes toward the street-side trash bin.

Originally, he'd come to retrieve a stack of old newspapers, read through all their recent news topics, and ultimately narrowed it down to three: The Daily, The Royal Gazette, and The Capital Evening News.

The people at The Royal Gazette didn't even bother to respond; they sneered at his handwritten summaries, glanced at the headlines, didn't flip a single page, and immediately ordered him thrown out.

As for the junior editor at The Capital Evening News, after being summoned out, he only read the name of the involved family, then trembled like a leaf, fled without even paying for his coffee.

This editor of The Daily didn't even intend to publish the news—he tried to trick me into giving back the evidence to destroy it! And he accused me of being a thief, a rebel who assassinated the princess!

If even these three newspapers—the only ones even pretending to "speak out"—refuse to accept this evidence and publish the story, then what's the difference between these materials I stole from Charle Hydro and trash in the 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 thinking of acting alone, forgetting Charle Department Store existed!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

If I hand these documents out myself, I'll hit walls everywhere—but if I give them to Charle Department Store, that billionaire who shares the name with the coffee stall old man will seize the chance and unleash his power to strike back with full force!

I'm such an idiot!

Frustrated, he punched his left hand, pulled his gaze away from the street-side trash bin, and decided to try once more at Charle Department Store.

After glancing at the sky and realizing time was running short, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and sprinted toward the platform several hundred meters away, waving at the steam carriage waiting for passengers.

"Ride! One passenger!"

"Got it!"

Seeing a fare approach, the carriage driver, who had been idly chewing a cigarette, perked up, crushed the cigarette between his fingers and tucked it behind his ear, then hurried over cheerfully.

But as he drew near and saw Li Ang's attire, his cheerful expression vanished; he reached for the cigarette behind his ear, slumped back against his seat, and muttered with a sullen face:

"Four-seat sightseeing steam carriage: one copper wheel for two kilometers, two copper wheels for five kilometers, one copper wheel per kilometer beyond five, distances under two kilometers billed as two—wanna go?"

"Go!"

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

"Charle Department Store headquarters—hurry!"

(End of Chapter)