Chapter 484: I

"Grandpa!!"

A girl screamed with all her might, her down jacket torn apart, light feathers drifting like her life—weightless, uncertain where they would land.

She flung herself onto the corpse of the old man, glaring at the gunman: "You're not human—you killed my grandfather… I'll fight you to the death!"

Slap…

Before she could even stand upright, a palm struck her face, spinning her halfway around before she collapsed again.

"You little bitch, I thought you were still fresh, so I was gonna save you for the boss's amusement. But if you don't behave, the boss won't like you—and then I'll kill you without a second thought!"

The man in the dark blue down jacket stomped on her back, bent down, grabbed her hair, and yanked her head up, his tone brimming with indifference.

Outside the Dasan 4S showroom, over a dozen big men held various weapons, forcing the people from the auto park to move inside. Most had bruises on their faces; some could barely walk and needed help to stand—clear signs they'd been brutally beaten.

If only these dozen or so were involved, the Qitian Corps wouldn't have fallen so quickly—there were another dozen or so scouring other areas; altogether, over thirty men!

Yang Xinqi had taken twenty knights from the Qitian Corps, and earlier sent five more to accompany Wu Baokang on reconnaissance—leaving the already weak Qitian Corps utterly defenseless…

"Uncle Huang, Jiajia knows she's wrong, please stop, please stop—she can't take it anymore!"

A woman around fifty threw herself beside the girl, clutching the leg that trampled her, pleading desperately.

"Hahaha, Old Huang, this old bastard's got a crush on you—trying to grope you!"

Nearby, the man holding the pistol laughed without restraint.

"You old hag, don't you dare touch me!"

The Huang man, insulted, felt a surge of revulsion—he kicked up hard, slamming his boot into the woman's chest.

Thud.

"Oof…"

The woman flew back two or three meters, rolled over, and lay slumped on the ground, clutching her chest, unable to move for a long while.

Passersby nearby looked terrified; no one dared approach to help, fearing they'd suffer the same fate as the woman.

But the girl the woman had saved didn't forget her kindness—this time she said nothing more, gritted her teeth, scrambled up from the ground, rushed to the woman's side, helped her up while whispering soothing words, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

It wasn't that she dared not look at the Huang man—she feared her hateful gaze might catch his eye, and then she'd be punished. She understood this, but couldn't hide her emotions.

The seed of hatred lay buried in her heart, waiting for the rain of opportunity to water it and sprout.

"Get over there and line up! If you dawdle another second, I'll slit your throat—every last one of you!"

The Huang man didn't torment them further—most of the Qitian Corps had already gathered, and the next phase was about to begin; no time to waste!

"Jesus Christ, eternal life? Hahaha…"

The man with the pistol sauntered into the Dasan 4S showroom, walked up to the cross, stared at the six large red characters painted on the wall, and burst into laughter.

"I don't even need to guess—this was written by your idiot boss Yang Xinqi. Hey, do you believe in Jesus Christ? Does that old man lying outside believe in Jesus Christ? You're all idiots, hahaha!"

The man laughed wildly, stepped forward, yanked the cross down—it was just two wooden strips, flimsy as hell—and snapped it in half with one tug…

"You claim to be absolute justice—does trampling others' faith count as justice too?"

An old man in his sixties trembled with wrinkled skin—he wasn't a Jesus Christ follower himself, but after joining the Qitian Corps, he'd encountered the teachings of Jesus Christ, found inner peace, and slowly developed faith. Seeing his symbol defiled, he felt sorrow. The people around him, silent as stones, grew even more terrified after hearing his words—they hunched their shoulders, refused to raise their heads, fearing the gunman's wrath might fall on them next. The grace of Jesus Christ hadn't arrived yet—but bullets from the pistol might!

"Yeah, the old man's right—we are absolute justice, but this is a bit wrong. Xiao Hu, help nail the cross back up. Then make this old man carry it on his back and tie it to the pickup truck as a totem. Perfect—wherever you go, faith goes. Hahaha, brilliant!"

The man's excitement bordered on madness—he thought his idea was genius.

"Enough talking. Everyone, listen up: kneel down, raise your hands! From today on, Qincheng has no more Qitian Corps—you're all slaves of Absolute Justice now. Come on, brothers, bind them all! Take these cattle and horses back to work!"

Around a hundred people burned with shame and fury, but faced with the wolf-like, tiger-like fighters of Absolute Justice, they had no strength to resist. If they fought back, they'd die without meaning. Thud. Thud…

The old man knelt with difficulty; some children stubbornly refused to submit, forced down by adults beside them. When you're under someone else's roof, you bow your head—this wasn't the time to be defiant; you'd die!

Just then, someone suddenly jumped out, shouting: "Don't take me! I'm not from the Qitian Corps! I'm from the Little Eagle Society! Don't grab me!"

The people kneeling nearby stared at the shouting man in disbelief.

"Cao Duoliang, you…"

"Oh God, what sin did the Qitian Corps ever commit…?"

"Cao Fatty, after Boss Yang trusted you so much—you piece of shit!"

Cao Duoliang was in his sixties, born during the Three Special Years; his name reflected the hopeful ideals of that era. He wasn't actually fat—just had a round face, and his body was still sturdy.

Hearing his comrades glare at him with fury, Cao Duoliang felt awful—but if he didn't speak now, he felt he'd be dead.

"Hahaha!"

The man's signature laugh rang out as he strode arrogantly up to Cao Duoliang, tapped his gun against the man's face: "Out of all these people, you're the only fat one—I'd believe you're a spy. Your Qitian Corps is a mess. I'll tell you straight: among you, there's already an undercover agent from Absolute Justice!"

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is..."

With this explanation, everyone in the 4S store suddenly understood—they now knew why Absolute Justice had timed everything so precisely; someone had leaked the information.

"Don't act so startled—I wouldn't tell you if I was worried you'd figure it out. Hah, a bunch of idiots! Hey, you—just now you mentioned Little Eagle Society? Sounds familiar. Isn't the boss Liu Dapao?"

With this, the people inside the Dasan 4S showroom suddenly understood—they now knew why Absolute Justice had timed everything so precisely. Someone had tipped them off.

"Don't act so surprised. I'm telling you this because I don't care if you figure it out. Hehe, you're all idiots! Hey, you—just now you mentioned Little Eagle Society? Sounds familiar. Isn't your boss Liu Dapao?"

"Yes, yes! Liu Yao is the leader of the Little Eagle Society. Sir, we've always been at odds with the Qitian Corps—you know that. Enemies of my enemy are my friends. Actually, the Little Eagle Society and Absolute Justice are allies!"

"Stop trying to butter us up!"

Cao Duoliang held his face, not daring to groan, forcing a smile—he now had nothing to rely on but the Little Eagle Society connection, and he couldn't be sure what they planned.

The gun-wielding man slapped Cao Duoliang without warning.

Cao Duoliang clutched his face, didn't dare groan, forced a smile—he had only the Little Eagle Society as his lifeline now, and he couldn't be sure what they'd do.

Leizi frowned in annoyance, pulled out a cigarette pack, shook out two cigarettes, handed one to the man surnamed Huang, lit them both, and drew deeply: "But that doesn't mean we just accept his word. What if he's cheating? Are we gonna look like fools? Word'll get out—it won't look good!"

The Huang man suddenly spoke from behind, walking over to Lei Zi and whispering: "This guy's not wrong—the Little Eagle Society really hates the Qitian Corps. I met Liu Yao at the Survivors Alliance—he's got a screw loose, like a madman. For now, leave the Little Eagle Society alone."

Lei Zi frowned in annoyance, pulled out a cigarette pack, shook out two, handed one to the Huang man, lit them both, and took a deep drag: "But we can't just believe him. What if he's lying? Then we look like fools—and word'll get out!"

"I can prove it! My lords, I can prove I'm from the Little Eagle Society! Give me a chance, please!"

【60】 Cao Duoliang stood nearby, hand on his face, ears straining—he was cut out for espionage, knew exactly when to listen for vital information.

【61】 (End of Chapter)