[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lawful-tyrant":3,"chapter-lawful-tyrant-lawful-tyrant-chapter-73":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lawful Tyrant",{"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},2284957,4469,"Chapter 73: A Coin","lawful-tyrant-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>“Jia Yi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing adjusted the collar of his uniform and asked, “No one spotted me on the way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to the plan, only the main road surveillance caught you as ‘Chu Tianyao.’” Zhao Jia Yi nodded. “All other nearby surveillance cameras, I disabled with telekinesis beforehand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continuously observed the underground warehouse beneath the bar with her telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing had been able to enter the bar with ease and rush swiftly into the underground warehouse precisely because Zhao Jia Yi had mapped out the route using her telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before he entered, he already knew about the short, fat man Mr. Lu and Director Wang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhao Jia Yi told him Director Wang had revealed a Illuminati tattoo and was a managing member, Lin Qing had no hesitation in killing him upon entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the perpetrator was the fugitive Chu Tianyao—what did it have to do with Patrol Officer Lin Qing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing smiled faintly. “I’ve cut off their escape routes. Even if they want to move, they can only use the obvious rear exit of the bar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jia Yi nodded and immediately used telekinesis to summon a phone, sending a tip report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After successfully sending it, the phone shattered into pieces under her telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing’s hands glowed with a metallic sheen, then blurred into afterimages as he smashed the broken phone into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This pre-prepared anonymous phone was meant solely for sending the tip report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to worry the report would vanish into thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the report ended with “Concerned Citizen Chu Tianyao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also contained key terms like “Yuanhong Society” and “missing persons case,” along with precise time and location details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the patrol system’s AI detected these keywords and exact location, it would classify the report as high-priority and review surveillance footage from the surrounding neighborhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If facial recognition identified “Chu Tianyao” in the footage, an emergency temporary mission would be issued immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This entire process might take less than a minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jia Yi frowned in surprise. “That Mr. Lu has quite the imagination—he thinks you’d rather die than suffer, which is why you killed Director Wang outright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing nodded slightly. “That means Chu Tianyao’s situation matches our estimate—he’s not aligned with Yuanhong Society. Probably poisoned and forced to obey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was nothing to pity about Chu Tianyao’s downfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an escapee from Qinghu Island Prison with over a hundred murders on his record—his crimes were so grave, death was too good for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain,” Zhao Jia Yi suddenly said. “Zhang Zhiren has started moving the captured people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. They won’t make it in time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing said calmly. “I deliberately damaged the warehouse doors holding them—making them harder to open and delaying removal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiaoshan District Patrol Division is located in the district’s center, less than twenty kilometers from here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patrol vehicles are extremely fast and have top priority on traffic routes; the on-duty patrol team can arrive within minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jia Yi suddenly frowned. “The enforcers are being brutal to hurry the captives onto the vehicles—beating several to make an example.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on,” Lin Qing said. “Let them bring the captives out of the warehouse—it’ll make catching them red-handed easier. As long as they live, that’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jia Yi bit her lip silently and continued observing with telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her eyes carried a trace of sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing glanced at her. “Have you experienced this before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jia Yi hesitated, then nodded softly. “I’ve seen it many times—watching people like me taken away one by one... I never spoke to them, but they were all my compatriots. I’ve seen it so often, everyone’s become numb...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen it many times? Numb? Lin Qing paused slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although current public order isn’t as stable as it appears, selling people like goods is still extremely rare—criminals dare only do it secretly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Zhao Jia Yi sound as if it were routine? “Have you heard what the Illuminati need so many people for?” Lin Qing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jia Yi shook her head. “But living people... must have some use. Among those sold like goods, there’s a little girl—probably the one Zhang Zhiren called ‘excellent quality.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing recalled his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the apocalypse, people selling themselves was common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who abandoned humanity in the apocalypse were common; those who still held onto it were rare animals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most who wanted to remain human had either been forced or chosen to end their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was grateful—because of his Entropy Reversal talent, he could still live like a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those with power had the right to choose... so his greatest need was strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only path to achieving his goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by becoming stronger could he climb higher, raise the hierarchy of order, and create more opportunities to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing glanced at the shoulder insignia bearing the wings of freedom, brushed away a speck of dust with his fingertip, and said, “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark blue horizon gradually brightened as a sliver of dawn pierced the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Bai Xiang Street, behind the gated rear entrance of Night Cat Bar, two large black trucks stood parked, their sides marked with strange circular emblems. The rear doors were now open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the cargo compartments, each was divided into individual compartments two meters long, half a meter wide, and forty centimeters high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for two narrow aisles down the center, the entire interior was filled with these compartments—like coffins—many of which already had their lids closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a compartment barely ten meters long, three meters wide, and under three meters high, over a hundred coffin-like cells had been packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry, hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuanhong Society enforcers, wielding batons, brutally urged people with bags over their heads onto the trucks, beating and shouting until they lay down in the compartments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short, fat Mr. Lu stood nearby, expressionless, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, he had been responsible for escorting people seized from cities and districts across the region—he was long accustomed to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once been the same—except most died, while he survived the genetic modification experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Lu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiren approached with his men, one of his trusted subordinates gripping a little girl, eight or nine years old. Her mouth was sealed with a restraint mask; her eyes held the dull numbness of long familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such a young child already confirmed as excellent quality—if raised from childhood, her potential could grow even greater.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiren smiled. “She should be worth more points, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran a leading provincial enterprise and had already earned more than enough money—he no longer cared for wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered to him was the Illuminati’s status and points—they granted access to better things: strength, knowledge, intelligence, even the life-extension technology of ZhiXing Group! “Not bad,” Mr. Lu glanced at the numb girl and said coolly. “Should add 50%.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiren’s face lit up with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mr. Lu suddenly noticed the girl’s tightly clenched right hand and frowned. “What’s in her hand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s face remained blank, like a puppet slowly opening her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a worn, battered one-yuan coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Throw it away,” Mr. Lu said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care what significance the coin held for the girl—he only knew he must avoid any risk during transport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl stared silently at the coin in her palm but didn’t obey like a puppet—she hesitated, gazing at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Lu narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Zhang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in a suit hurried over, face tense, whispering: “We just got word from our inside source at the Patrol Bureau—the Xiaoshan District Patrol Team has mobilized and is en route here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhiren frowned, then muttered, “Hurry up—we still have time to evacuate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for these two transport trucks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trucks marked with urban zone identifiers—even Patrol Chiefs have no authority to search them outside the urban zone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous crash—the rear wall of Night Cat Bar’s courtyard collapsed in a massive section, dust billowing instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the wall gone, dawn’s light pierced through the dust, dispelling the darkness of the backyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a blurred figure shot forward like a gust of wind, cutting through the dust and appearing before the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dawn light, the tall, solemn black patrol uniform and the shoulder insignia bearing two pairs of wings instantly turned the Yuanhong Society members pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second-Class Patrol Officer Lin Qing, Xiaoshan District Patrol Division.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing swept his gaze across them. “Oh? Evidence is clear—no need for a search. Surrender now. Anyone who resists... will be shot on the spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1449,"2026-06-20T02:41:34.488Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bfc23c840285ed1bb4ec63876eafaaaf160c4d33eb19eac79e912c1a4e4d002c","lawful-tyrant-chapter-74","lawful-tyrant-chapter-72",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flawful-tyrant-cover.jpg"]