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Chapter 28: I Want to Follow You
"I underestimated Mo Pavilion after all."
"What a pity for this batch of top-quality human slaves. They could have fetched a good price in the demon realms..."
The young man looked at the text message on his phone, his expression somewhat icy.
"The incompetents from Xinhai can't even gather accurate intelligence."
"It's time to follow the glory of the gods."
A subtle murderous aura permeated the quiet room.
Picking up the phone again, he dialed a number, but this time his tone was much more respectful: "God-Attendant, I think we can start the plan ahead of schedule."
"Mo Pavilion reacted very decisively this time, they must have been prepared and are probably already targeting our Pantheon Sect."
"Yes, I understand the experiment is not yet perfected, but if we delay further, I'm concerned that Mo Pavilion might..."
"Alright, alright."
After hanging up, the young man’s smile gradually faded, his expression darkening: "Idiot, completely brainless, thinking to delay for another month!"
"If it weren't for having a good sister, you wouldn't have climbed so high just on your own merits."
"I’ve seen the twist coming, how will you manage the fallout!"
The young man snorted coldly and slammed the high-footed glass onto the floor, creating a crisp sound.
On the nearby wall hung a map of Jiangbei Province, with Mobei circled in red and marked with an X.
...
Abandoned Factory.
It was nearing dawn.
Although everyone was exhausted, the multiple mental shocks had left no one in the mood to sleep further.
Even... a seed of fear had taken root in their hearts.
Everyone was waiting for the dawn to arrive.
For the first time in their lives, they were eagerly anticipating the rise of the sun, as if its glaring light could wash away their tension, fear, and... cowardice.
Only Du Xu, Zhao Zicheng, and two other students still sat around the corpses, staring with wide eyes.
Despite the pungent smell of blood.
Despite...
The bulging eyeballs of the corpses.
Perhaps the only consolation was that Yu Sheng had acted cleanly and decisively.
Had there been a tendency towards violence, mutilating the bodies beyond recognition, that would have truly been a nightmare.
Fortunately, although their faces were still somewhat pale, the fear in their eyes gradually receded. Suddenly... the dead didn't seem so terrifying anymore.
At least they won't move or hurt you.
"Do you think they would dare to kill someone if asked to do so now?"
Ever since Wang Wenxuan added Yu Sheng as a friend, he had abandoned the idea of continuing to hide in the surveillance room, choosing instead to stick close to Yu Sheng, nudging him with his elbow.
Yu Sheng shook his head: "I don't know."
"Ah, Brother Yu, you're a bit too dull."
"Why not smile more, be more cheerful?"
"Like me."
Saying this, Wang Wenxuan even squeezed out a smile.
Yu Sheng remained silent.
It was only after a moment that he hesitantly spoke: "In Sin City, the first to die... are always those who talk too much."
At this remark, Wang Wenxuan was left speechless.
But with some time still left until dawn, he couldn't help his boredom and, risking being choked, asked again: "Just curious, how many people have you killed?"
...
Yu Sheng thought seriously for a moment: "I haven’t counted, but it shouldn't be too many."
Wang Wenxuan was stunned.
If it's not many, couldn't you just give a rough number off the top of your head?
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If you've lost count, how can that be 'not many'?
Who taught you math!
"Is there anything fun to do in Sin City?"
Wang Wenxuan swore, he was genuinely curious about Sin City.
"Hmm..."
"Does cutting out the tongues of those who talk too much count?"
Yu Sheng pondered before responding.
Wang Wenxuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine and promptly shut his mouth.
He felt like Yu Sheng was hinting at him, but he had no evidence.
After all, he had a fierce reputation as a 'warrior' in Baichun, a master of the fourth awakening, yet he couldn't display any of his authority in the presence of Yu Sheng.
It's important to note that each awakening brings about a revolutionary change in strength, so much so that describing it as being reborn wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Meanwhile, Liu Qingfeng, who had been listening to the entire conversation, couldn't help but smile.
Finally.
As the first streaks of dawn appeared, everyone silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Wenxuan finally put on his driver jacket again and shouted among the crowd, "Alright, little ones, time to head home!"
The group looked somewhat bewildered, unsure whether to cry or laugh.
Laughing because they could finally return to the safety of the city, to warm and comforting homes.
Crying because they realized they were not as strong or decisive in dealing with life and death as they had imagined.
Like invalids, even a mere corpse had stopped them in their tracks.
Years of dreaming of being heroes shattered in just one night, like a bubble bursting.
"What's there to be sad about!"
"If everyone were steadfast and fearless, the word 'hero' wouldn't carry such grandeur, and 'martyr' wouldn't feel so heavy."
"You are lucky to have had a good teacher."
"He helped you see yourselves clearly, rather than discovering your incapacity in a life-or-death crisis!"
"Get on the bus!"
They had arrived in several vehicles, but on the return trip, everyone squeezed together like frost-stricken eggplants.
Monitor A and B stayed behind to handle the bodies and complete the assessment summaries, then they would head straight back to Baichun.
Faced with the corpses, the two displayed calm expressions and practiced motions, clearly not their first time dealing with such tasks.
Today's clerks are expected to do more than just handle some paperwork.
That is to say... these students, utterly terrified, did not even qualify to become clerks.
As Liu Qingfeng had stated, perhaps being ordinary was the best fortune for them.
Of course, it's not impossible that one day, they might change, become resolute, fearless, but at least... not now.
"Yu Sheng, about that matter, I'll take care of it as soon as we get back!"
At this moment, Zhao Zicheng had fully recovered his spirits and nudged Yu Sheng, whispering to him.
Yu Sheng was momentarily stunned, not quite catching on.
But his eyes soon lit up, and he solemnly patted Zhao Zicheng on the shoulder: "Good brother!"
Hearing this term, "good brother," Zhao Zicheng was so moved he was nearly in tears.
Was he finally being recognized?
And this recognition came so quickly, so suddenly, it almost seemed too simple.
For a moment, he even started imagining just how terrible Yu Sheng's father must be and what he had done to Yu Sheng!
Du Xu also came over silently.
"I want to follow you."
"Teach me how to kill."
This one-day assessment had been a huge shock for Du Xu.
But unlike the others' bewilderment, he felt... he needed to be tougher, to strive harder.
Otherwise, he would just end up like trash, repeatedly being nothing more than a backdrop for others.