Seeing Young Master Xie Off

There were five people in the living room.

Three dead, two alive.

The gang leader slumped back on the sofa, his body limp and cold sweat pouring down his back.

An unprecedented fear filled his eyes.

Living in modern society, who has the chance to witness such a thing?

You thought it was a little orange cat, but it turned out to be Flerken.

It felt like a dream, or rather, he desperately wished it were all a nightmare.

But that wasn't the case. Not long ago, their accomplices, who were still lively and energetic, were all lying motionless nearby, either on the ground or slumped on the sofa, their eyes wide open in death.

In the blink of an eye, they were killed.

Moreover, he was absolutely certain that he was still alive not because he was so awesome.

The Flerken sat next to him, even putting its arm around his shoulder, sitting side by side on the sofa like two close brothers chatting and reminiscing.

But it wasn't a reminiscing session; it was an interrogation.

How did Xie Guangjun contact him? Who was in charge of the meeting? How did they maintain contact? Who was the middleman? What deeper connection did he have with Xie Guangjun? Where is Xie Guangjun now? What is he doing?

And so on.

The gang leader answered every question in great detail.

On the one hand, extreme and pure fear robbed him of any courage to resist or lie.

On the other hand, he was ordered to do something tonight, but he encountered such an unimaginable predicament, and even his life was threatened. Faced with Kang De's overwhelming slaughter, this mortal completely lost all courage and dared not hate the ruthless Kang De. However, he did not vent his anxiety and fear about tonight's mishap, and naturally transferred them to Xie Guangjun.

There's a kind of thinking like, "You've ruined my life, so you'd better not have it easy either. You're powerful and capable, so why don't you try your luck with this god's abilities?"

So he confessed everything.

After all, he still held onto the hope that confessing would lead to leniency, and that cooperating and talking could buy him time to find a chance to survive... He wanted to live; he didn't want to die.

You must be very scared.

Upon hearing this, the gang leader's body stiffened.

The other person's tone was very calm, just like before.

Four strangers broke into my home. My personal safety, dignity, and even my life were all shrouded and threatened by the money and malice of the wealthy. I was a pathetic prey with no threat whatsoever. Even under those circumstances, the other party maintained a calm tone and demeanor, remaining composed from beginning to end.

The gang leader secretly admired the other man's courage, or perhaps guessed that he had something to rely on.

But to everyone's surprise, this was the opponent's trump card.

He even felt a sense of absurdity, ridiculousness, and sorrow.

They thought they were the hunters and the prey, but in the end, they weren't even ants.

It's laughable that I had earnestly explained the realities and principles of the world to him, telling this naive student that the world wasn't as fair and simple as he imagined... How ridiculous!

But the logic is sound; this world is not simple.

This world... actually has supernatural powers.

And it happened right next to him.

Whenever he thought about this, he almost felt the urge to urinate, and boundless fear welled up in his heart.

As a gang leader and a thug who did dirty work, he also bullied the weak and took pleasure in it. He believed that he had the courage and audacity to break the rules and exploit legal loopholes, to beat and abuse the weak and those who abide by the rules, to insult their dignity, and to rewrite their fate. He once felt a great sense of accomplishment, thinking that he was a wolf, different from others, born to be Predator, and born to have the right to oppress the weak.

So, what happens when this wolf encounters a true Predator —a powerful being who, without relying on wealth, status, or power, surpasses humans solely in strength?

The answer lies in the three people who died.

He witnessed the killing firsthand; it ended in an instant, swiftly and decisively, without any hesitation.

It looked like slaughtering livestock.

The gang leader's voice was already trembling with sobs.

During the interrogation, he racked his brains for a chance to survive, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He pleaded in a desperate voice, "No... don't kill me..."

Kang De reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his tone gentle. "I'm asking you, are you afraid?"

The other person nodded frantically.

"Well, it's only natural. After all, you've never seen anything like this before. Anyone would be scared. Think about it, we're all just ordinary people, interacting normally. Suddenly I turn into Superman and start snapping your necks. That's so unreasonable, of course you'd be scared."

Kang De sighed, "But I'm afraid too."

"I'm not exaggerating when I say I was terrified, terrified by you all."

"Before this, I truly had no idea the world was like this."

He seemed to be rambling, rubbing his temples and sighing, "I'm a post-90s generation. By the time I started to understand things, our country had already become much better. My growth process was witnessing our country getting better and more developed firsthand. Society is progressing, the legal system is improving, everything is great. Our younger generation is building absolute national confidence. Even younger children don't quite believe that painful history because they can't imagine that a powerful motherland could have been so weak."

"As for me, I used to think that the stories of rich kids being heartless and unscrupulous only existed in novels, or in remote and chaotic places a decade or two ago. After all, with such a sound legal system, such strong anti-corruption efforts, and such developed social media, how could rich people be so unscrupulous?"

"This isn't South Korea."

"It's the capital of a major, developed province on the eastern coast, a star city."

"I can't believe such a thing exists."

"Moreover, you thugs and hooligans actually know the law, and you've done this more than once. You've even arranged everything so clearly—are you trying to build a complete industrial chain?"

"Your storytelling, your methods of threatening, your means of violence, and your post-incident arrangements—I, a naive and immature college student, couldn't detect many flaws in them. Even if there were flaws, Xie Guangjun's professional legal advisory team could have devised a course of action with the lowest cost and least impact."

"I'm scared, really scared."

"If this happened to me, I could crush you all one by one with my finger, and even make Xie Guangjun's entire family die a violent death, exterminate his nine generations, and no one would know it was me."

"But I'm different. I'm one of a kind in the whole world."

"And in China, there are over a billion ordinary people who have neither money nor power."

Kang De turned to the gang leader and said seriously, "I only bought a house that made Xie Guangjun feel guilty. He broke the law and wanted to cover it up. As for what happened today, 70% is due to his wrongdoing and 30% is due to me causing trouble. But what if it were someone else?"

"What if it were a different kind of conflict?"

"An ordinary person, for perfectly legitimate reasons, has a grudge against Xie Guangjun, a rich, powerful, and heartless bastard. How many ways does Xie Guangjun have to make sure he can no longer make a living? If an ordinary person were approached by your group tonight, what would he do?"

"Being beaten, humiliated, tortured, photographed, and videotaped, and having your family harassed—should you kneel or fight to the death? Kneeling means losing dignity, material possessions, and even more precious things. Fighting to the death means, as an ordinary person, waging a full-scale war against these powerful bastards. What should he do? How much will he lose? Can he win? Can he hold out until the day he wins?"

Even if he wins, can he get back what he's lost? Who can make up for it? And what did he do wrong?

"A law-abiding young man who believes the world is a wonderful place and that hard work can bring him everything has been wantonly humiliated by you social scum. If this had happened to an ordinary person, how would they feel right now? How ugly would your faces have been then?"

"Forced drug injection, they actually did something like that! Damn it, don't you know how terrible it is for people who use drugs? They can hardly ever get rid of it for the rest of their lives. Everything they have, their promising future, is gone. You get a few years in jail and get paid, but other people's lives are ruined. When you threaten them like this, or even do this, do you ever think about the feelings of the victims? Do you ever consider their lives?"

At this point, Kang De grabbed the other person's hair and shook it.

"You're afraid now, but what about those you've bullied in the past?"

"I told you you're doing evil, taking Xie Guangjun's dirty money. Aren't you afraid of retribution? And you don't seem to care."

"And now? Do you know what retribution is?"

Hearing this, the gang leader was terrified. He was just doing things for money, familiar with the process, and thought he was infallible. Who knew he would encounter something like this!

He cried out in a pleading voice, "No... don't kill me..."

No matter how eloquent one may be, under genuine fear, it all boils down to the same thing over and over again.

"Life and death are matters of great importance, so I never lie about them," Kang De said calmly. "No."

But I can tell you two things.

"First, when I first saw you come to my house, I was thinking about how to scare you, whether I could alter your memories, and how to teach you a lesson. What truly made me slowly develop murderous intent was what you said to me afterward, your threats to my family, your arrogant attitude, your record of numerous misdeeds, and... your approach to using drugs."

"You brought this upon yourselves."

"Secondly, you are lackeys, accomplices, and perpetrators of evil, but Xie Guangjun, who is also an evildoer and even more heinous, will not live alone. You will see him."

Kang De's expression remained calm throughout. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

The dying man struggled frantically, but he couldn't move at all. Snot, tears, and even saliva gushed out, making his face a mess. He begged and wailed, but dared not curse.

He muttered, "Please, please, don't kill me. It's so troublesome, so very troublesome. Surveillance! Yes, yes, there's surveillance! There's surveillance!"

These were the words Kang De had said to them before.

The gang leader, grasping at a straw, kept repeating, "Surveillance! Surveillance! There are surveillance cameras in the elevator, and there are surveillance cameras in the building. We came here and then vanished without a trace. This will cause you trouble!"

"Spare my life. I'll figure out how to deal with the three of them. After that, I'll leave H City for Southeast Asia and never come back! You can have all the money Xie Guangjun gave me! As for the three of them..."

Kang De smiled, his expression calm and gentle.

"You don't need to worry about the three of them. As for the surveillance footage, it's not a problem. Even if the police investigate this matter, they will see you coming up in the elevator and leaving in the elevator. As for me, I slept at my old home in the suburbs the whole night. There's no record of me coming back or leaving. There are witnesses and physical evidence."

He patted the other man on the shoulder and pointed behind him. "Come on, say hello to your brothers."

Upon hearing this, the man turned his head stiffly, only to see his companion lying on the sofa slowly sitting up. He was first stunned, then overjoyed—he wasn't dead!

The other two companions also slowly got up from the ground.

Joy instantly filled the gang leader's heart. Was all of this just a bluff? His companions weren't dead? So that's it, so that's it, just a bluff. This guy wouldn't dare...

But the smile froze on his face.

Because what met my eyes was not the bewildered or lingering fear on my companion's face.

Instead, it was a stiff, listless, lifeless face.

There was no luster in their eyes.

His head drooped slightly.

Like a mindless puppet.

Although this situation has never actually occurred in modern society, it is not entirely unfamiliar to people on Earth, as countless movies, games, and literary works have depicted its image.

The hope and joy on their faces instantly turned into endless fear and despair.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scream, but everything froze.

This thug and gang leader heard the last sentence.

"You're all wearing sunglasses, that's good, very professional."

The Magic Power glow in the scroll placed to Kang De's right gradually dissipated.

Puppetry Technique.

He stood up, and another scroll shone with a light that flowed like water, gradually obscuring Kang De's body. Only upon close inspection could one see a slight, incongruous ripple under the bright light.

The immense spiritual power manifested as four spiritual beams, manipulating the four lifeless corpses. They simultaneously raised their hands, put on sunglasses, and concealed their dull, incongruous eyes.

Then he walked towards the door.

The door opened, and people filed out, arriving at the elevator entrance. They pressed the button and entered.

The four people either leaned against the elevator wall, stood silently, or shook their heads, seemingly disappointed.

They went all the way to the basement level, the underground parking garage. The reason these people were able to get through the community's security gates was because the person who arranged this operation for Xie Guangjun had obtained the community's access cards and even managed to borrow a parking space. How they borrowed it is unknown, but the owner who lent out the parking space probably wouldn't know that the purpose of borrowing the parking space was actually this... But once it's borrowed, it's borrowed.

Kang De certainly wouldn't cause trouble for the other party, but the other party couldn't escape the subsequent investigation and questioning by the public security authorities. Who told you to be so righteous?

Based on the gang leader's previous confession, Kang De found their old car. He then used his mental energy to get into the car, with the four of them getting into the front and back seats respectively. Kang De then jumped up and sat on the roof of the car.

"Let's go see Young Master Xie off."

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PS1: Four thousand words! Unbelievable, right? I'll update again tonight.

PS2: Some friends also think that this matter could be discussed with Old Wang's father so he can help resolve it, and there's no need to escalate it to this point—this matter concerns Xie Guangjun's murder, even if Old Wang's father intervenes, it won't make a difference. His conflict with Kang De has never been about verbal sparring, but rather the secrets hidden in that house and the haunting. It's not that Xie Guangjun wants to do anything to Kang De, but that Kang De is bound to cause trouble for Xie Guangjun. After learning Xie Guangjun's name and suspicion from the female ghost, Kang De is bound to get involved in this matter, which is something that an experienced parent can't handle.