The rain tonight was a bit heavy.
The cold wind blew, chilling everyone to the bone, and the existence of the Hell Demons plunged the entire Fog City, and even the whole country, into panic.
To dispel the panic, Lu Ming had to be executed. It was as simple and unreasonable as that.
Facing this predicament, Lu Ming chose to leave the villa on the mountainside. He said he was going to solve the problem, but Jiang Mengxin and Su Wanran had no idea how he planned to do it.
Could there be any other way besides death? Both women expressed doubt.
Yet, they chose to believe in Lu Ming, watching him push open the door and walk out into the stormy night.
After tonight, would they still be able to see Lu Ming alive?
An hour later.
Less than twenty minutes remained until midnight. If Lu Ming was not dead within these twenty minutes, then ten people across the country would be killed.
A terrifying number.
Due to their dispersal, the police found it difficult to manage the situation effectively.
Everyone was in a state of self-preservation.
The Wu family.
Wu Lingxuan sat on the sofa, with a clock ticking away on the coffee table in front of her.
"Twenty minutes left, Lu Ming, what will you choose?"
"Suicide, or watch others die in your place?"
"Life or death, Lu Ming, I will soon see your choice."
As Wu Lingxuan spoke with cold words, an unexpected sound reached her ears.
Creak~~
The door opened.
Huh?
Something is wrong!
Wu Lingxuan tensed up instantly and turned her head towards the door.
Besides herself, only her younger brother Wu Hao possessed a key to the door. However, Wu Hao had been arrested and was currently in prison, making it impossible for him to get out.
Therefore, logically, no one should have been able to open the door and enter.
Moreover, the Wu family's security system was extremely robust; even with a key, an ordinary person would absolutely not be able to get inside the house.
The door opened completely.
Wu Lingxuan saw a man standing at the doorway, dripping wet. He was wearing a mask.
A Yama mask!
The man was powerfully built, exuding a terrifying aura of death. Just standing there motionless, he gave off a chilling and dreadful feeling.
He was here for Wu Lingxuan. He was here to kill!
Wu Lingxuan's brows furrowed, and she shouted outwards, "Guards, guards!"
No one answered her.
Wu Lingxuan should have realized that if this man could boldly enter through the main entrance, it meant that all the security guards and bodyguards had already been dealt with, otherwise, he would never have been able to get in.
Whoosh——
Taking down twenty to thirty bodyguards single-handedly?
Just imagining such combat power was terrifying.
Wu Lingxuan swallowed and stepped back, her eyes fixed on the masked man at the door. She asked coldly, "Who are you?"
The man walked towards Wu Lingxuan step by step and said, "The Hell Demons wreak havoc on the mortal world. I, as the leader of the Yama Hall, have come to eradicate the evil spirits in this world!"
He said it with utmost seriousness.
Wu Lingxuan said coldly, "Don't give me your pretty speeches. You're from the Su family, aren't you? Heh, you can't deal with the Hell Demons, so you're taking it out on me? Do you have any evidence to prove I'm connected to the Hell Demons? You have no proof that I did it all!"
Indeed, there was no evidence.
And then?
The masked man looked at Wu Lingxuan quietly and asked, "Does it matter if there's evidence? I'm just here to kill you. Even if I kill the wrong person, it's just killing the wrong person. Does it matter?"
Uh…
Wu Lingxuan was stunned. For the first time, she was rendered speechless by a retort.
Yes.
Evidence was a demand of 'righteous people', a shackle for good people.
But if so-called good people shed their shackles and became as wicked as Wu Lingxuan, then what need was there for evidence?
I think you did it, so I'm going to kill you.
Killed the wrong person?
Then so be it. It's not like I'm the one dying. At worst, I'll burn more paper for you later.
This was the typical way of doing things for a villain!
Wu Lingxuan swallowed. She was terrified to the extreme. She realized something: all her past victories, her ability to use others to kill, wasn't due to her own prowess or cleverness, but because others were bound by morality and law. Once her enemies also became wicked, refusing to reason or present evidence, Wu Lingxuan would be helpless.
But she still wasn't convinced.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Even if you kill me, it's useless! There are Hell Demons all over the country. Can you kill them all?"
The masked man smiled, "What if I can't kill them all? I've already identified a group of Hell Demons, and I will dismember them. Any Hell Demon I capture will not escape."
"You!" Wu Lingxuan was completely speechless.
What was the difference between this approach and that of the Hell Demons?
The masked man adopted the exact same methods as the Hell Demons. The Hell Demons killed ordinary people, and he would kill the Hell Demons.
Let's see who could kill more!
What was frightening was that others didn't know the masked man's identity, but through some special means, the masked man had already identified a group of Hell Demons.
The roles had been reversed.
Wu Lingxuan gritted her teeth and said, "You want to kill me? Heh, it's not that easy!"
Suddenly, she took out something resembling a grenade from her embrace and threw it fiercely onto the ground.
The object instantly exploded, and a large amount of pale purple gas was rapidly sprayed out.
Wu Lingxuan yanked a gas mask from the wall and put it on.
She sneered, "Did you think I was just a weak woman with no means of self-protection? You're wrong. I have plenty of these poison grenades! Many scoundrels, like you, thought I was weak and tried to kill me, only to die under the toxic mist of my poison grenades, hahahaha."
As she laughed, she took out more grenades and threw them onto the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, they exploded, filling the entire room with pale purple, highly toxic gas. A single breath would be fatal, utterly terrifying.
The masked man stood motionless in the purple mist like a statue.
After a moment.
The masked man fell straight to the ground.
"Hahahaha."
Wu Lingxuan laughed even more happily. To be safe, she retrieved a handgun from a hidden compartment under the sofa and walked up to the masked man.
She aimed the gun at the masked man's head.
"You want to kill me?"
"Heh, you think you're worthy?"
"Those who died at the hands of my Living Bodhisattva number at least thirty to forty. I, Wu Lingxuan, am far more formidable than you can imagine!"
"On your way!"
Wu Lingxuan showed no mercy and fired a shot directly at the masked man's head.
BANG!!!
The bullet shot out.