The primitive accumulation of justice

The raid on the headquarters of the British Round Table is in full swing.

For the whole world, this war was fought in silence.

The descending darkness blocked all physical reconnaissance and detection; cables were cut, communication signals were blocked, and everything happening in the castle remained unknown to the outside world.

--And that's the biggest piece of intelligence.

Unable to contact headquarters, and seeing the dark sky slowly rising in the direction of headquarters, the Round Table's spies and outposts in London were filled with shock and anger, trying to figure out what was happening.

They used their social influence, power, and networks to contact administrative forces, attempting to rely on the Britain state apparatus to support headquarters and ascertain the situation. However, thanks to the checks and balances and operational model of the modern state bureaucracy, all their efforts turned into intelligence gathering.

It has all come into the hands of the leaders of this government.

His surname was Yue, and his official position was Zhongtang. He was responsible for preserving a once-prosperous but now dilapidated empire, and serving an old empress dowager who outwardly practiced Buddhism but secretly wielded great power.

He was now sitting in a foreign embassy in Chinatown Lane, opposite a foreigner with a half-smile.

"Grand Secretary Yue..."

The foreigner spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Are you going to sign this treaty or not?"

"You..."

The golden retriever looked at Kang De, its gaze no longer filled with rage and disbelief.

Instead, it was surprise, fear, vigilance, unease, and hesitation.

He already knew what had happened.

The Round Table's stronghold has been raided.

The Round Table, which had assembled a legion of superhumans and intended to wage war against Kang De, was being humiliated on its own doorstep. Although the battle could not be observed, the situation was likely like this, because the dark sky rose, communications were cut off, and everything happened in a mysterious and silent manner, just like the equestrian center being silently destroyed.

The question now is... who did it?

Because Kang De, who had the ability and motivation to do this, was sitting right in front of him.

While searching on his phone for treaties signed between Britain and the old China dynasties in the last century and the previous century, he was actually drafting his own "Kang-Britain Treaty of London" with an air of great seriousness, which was extremely infuriating.

He initially thought the other party had lost their mind and was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but the intelligence that came back shocked, angered, and terrified the prime minister of the great power, which then turned into deep shock and even fear.

And now...

--His consistent definition of Kang De has been "a powerful and extraordinary person backed by China".

His advantage was that he was alone.

His disadvantage was that he was alone.

Therefore, Western countries generally harbor illusions, attempting to use their most successful ideological infiltration and propaganda machine to brainwash Kang De into feeling the fragrance of the free world, and then open their arms to embrace democracy and freedom. At the very least, they want him to keep his distance from China's traitors and not become an accomplice to evil.

That's why the Round Table was so confident in going to war with Kang De. Besides misjudging their own strength, their greatest confidence came from the fact that Kang De was alone. Even if he could gain the upper hand on the front lines, he would be exhausted by endless and continuous underhanded tactics and constraints, and would have to lower his proud head.

But now, an unexpected event has occurred, one that has surprised everyone.

Kang De was not alone.

During the Round Table battle, he sat in the embassy, while others fought for him...

"Who are they?" The Grand Secretary Yue's voice was filled with doubt and even a hint of gritted teeth as he looked at the equally astonished China ambassador. "Are they China's superhuman force? No, they couldn't possibly have that kind of capability..."

Kang De smiled faintly, "What is the Prime Minister saying? I don't understand."

"Are you still pretending to be stupid even now?"

Could you please give me a hint?

"... The Round Table headquarters was attacked and cut off from the outside world."

"Wow!" Kang De exclaimed in surprise, "Which righteous warriors have finally had enough and come to uphold justice on behalf of Heaven?"

The Prime Minister took a deep breath. "Now that things have come to this, is there any need for you to hide anything anymore?"

Kang De spread his hands and said, "You're just talking to yourself, and I don't understand. You're trying to pin things on me based on hearsay and unfounded rumors—what am I hiding?"

His blatant lying infuriated the Grand Secretary Yue even more. No member of parliament was as shameless as him. The Prime Minister suddenly stood up and stared intently at Kang De.

"What are you hiding?" he said viciously. "Your spatial abilities can teleport living beings, you control or are allied with a supernatural force that is not affiliated with the China government and is unknown to the world, and you have sent it to attack the Round Table. You are not fighting alone. You possess many secrets unknown to humanity. The source of your power, where you awakened, everything—are you still going to deny and evade these claims?"

Kang De exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Is that really true? Am I that amazing?"

Grand Secretary Yue's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he glared at this unreliable little rascal.

Kang De's playful smile vanished instantly.

He slowly stood up.

It is like an insurmountable mountain rising abruptly from the ground, deep and majestic, its momentum like a dragon.

Chosen of the God of Creation, blessed by Sura, clad in fire armor, he confronts the Star Palace, wielding Forbidden Spell to intimidate the world. He has already created his own legend in another world. He chats and laughs with the monarchs and emperors of another world who hold high positions and possess extraordinary abilities. Today, standing before the leader of one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, this young man, born in China and once an ordinary person, has gained his own confidence and prestige.

If Grand Secretary Yue knew Chinese, the phrase "a towering mountain to be admired" would surely have popped into his mind, but he didn't. He only felt as if the Alps had suddenly appeared before him.

His legs buckled, and he stumbled back to his seat.

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the highest-ranking Britain official appointed by the Queen to represent the United Kingdom Royal Family and the people in exercising national administrative power, slumped into his chair, staring in astonishment at the China people who had stood up.

The China ambassador sat to the side, instinctively straightening his posture.

At that moment, the ambassador, a man of great knowledge, meticulous mind, and experience, had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, all focused on one thing: whether his next actions would affect diplomatic relations between China and Britain.

However, his body language betrayed him, and his actions far surpassed those of Hong Kong reporters.

With lightning speed, the ambassador pulled his Huawei phone out of his pocket and quickly snapped a series of photos with the screen off, pressing the volume buttons.

Grand Secretary Yue's expression revealed that something was very wrong.

Although forced by Kang De's imposing manner to do something undignified, his mind was still blank. However, seeing the conspicuously bright camera on the Huawei phone, his politician instincts instantly awakened. He looked at the ambassador and shouted, "Hey! You!"

The next moment, he shut his mouth, as the cold wind from the Alps howled in!

"Since you think it's me, since you know it's me, what tone and attitude did you use when you spoke to me?"

Kang De's voice was like the tolling of a judgment bell from the heavens.

The ambassador went all out and kept going.

We've already taken the photos, what's there to be afraid of? We won't have another chance to humiliate those United Kingdom devils to their faces!

Grand Secretary Yue looked at the ambassador, who was carefully focusing his phone screen after turning it on, then at the aggressive, cold-faced Kang De, completely bewildered. His blond hair was disheveled. He stammered, "No, I, he..."

Kang De sneered, "You fawn over the Round Table, yet you strike hard at me. You know you're beating the Round Table, and you still yell at me. What are you thinking?"

The ambassador's camera even seemed to zoom in on his face, and Kang De's condescending and sarcastic questions were incredibly harsh. The Prime Minister, unable to bear it any longer, yelled at the ambassador, "Give me that damn chrysanthemum phone—"

Just then, a thunderous roar echoed through the room, "Look at me!"

Grand Secretary Yue was startled and roared back, his voice cracking, "Why are you shouting so loudly!"

"This is to remind you of the current situation, Britain Prime Minister Boris. You need to give me the respect I deserve." Kang De's tone softened. "Or, I'll let you show me some more respect."

As a national leader and a seasoned politician, he had seen it all and finally calmed down. He realized the meaning behind Kang De's words and actions and said with dissatisfaction, "You finally admit it!"

"What did you admit to?"

"Your teleportation ability really can transport living people!"

"So what?" Kang De sneered. "Why are you concerned about this? Are you so afraid of waking up to find the People's Liberation Army storming into your house and hanging you on Big Ben with the Britain people?"

He raised his leg and placed it on the right armrest of the prime minister's chair, looking down aggressively at the head of state who had been humiliated all day. "Get this straight, I'm speaking to you now. You need to shut up and listen carefully. The battle with the Round Table is almost over. Now, you can bring your government out to whitewash your situation!"

Kang De narrowed his eyes. "By the way, the Round Table no longer exists. As conqueror and Destroyer, I will inherit all the power, interests, and status of this ancient organization in Britain. Your government should cooperate and provide all the necessary conveniences and privileges."

Even after being threatened and humiliated by Kang De, upon hearing these words, Grand Secretary Yue couldn't help but widen his eyes, then sneered disdainfully, "Inheritance? No longer exists? You know nothing about the Round Table. You might be able to defeat them, but you could never destroy them. Don't dream!"

Kang De raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why?"

Grand Secretary Yue a cold laugh and remained silent.

"I won't force you, but this has nothing to do with you. Just do your job of cleaning up the mess and help AWSL Company take over their profits, that's all." Kang De smiled. "Cheer up, Grand Secretary Yue. Since you're going to be shitting on the head by the Round Table anyway, why can't I be the one shitting?"

His smile was genuine and sincere, "Trust me, I'm much easier to take care of, you can poop less."

"... Dream on! The Britain government is not a puppet or lackey of the Round Table, nor will it succumb to your military intimidation. The United Kingdom is a proud, glorious, dignified, and independent sovereign nation. We have powerful allies, courageous citizens, and valiant warriors, always ready to fight and struggle for this country!"

The Grand Secretary Yue noticed that the ambassador seemed to have turned on camera mode, and he was speaking eloquently and passionately.

"Oh."

Kang De laughed, "So, which way do you prefer to be humiliated and have the situation thrown into turmoil?"

Grand Secretary Yue was taken aback.

Kang De reached out, and Phase Gate void opened, revealing a large file folder in his hand.

He opened it and took out a stack of photos and a stack of confessions.

"Turning a blind eye to the repeated occurrences of human trafficking and brutal dismemberment."

"Covering up the child molestation of the wealthy."

"Many government officials have illicit relationships with so-called high-society figures involving the transfer of benefits."

"Even government agencies are directly involved in exonerating acts of inhumanity."

"What do you want to see? A video confession? A written letter of repentance? Evidence covered in fingerprints? Photos that even the guys on the Gongba forum can't stand?"

A barrage of photos and testimonies were slapped across the Prime Minister's face.

"Look at your shitty country, Boris. The first time I ever saw you was on the news, when you were running for the United Kingdom general election. All three of your top prime ministerial candidates have publicly admitted to having used drugs, and seven out of eleven candidates have been drug addicts. Good grief, people who know you understand you're running for election, but people who don't might think you're on trial, pleading guilty. Are you playing truth or dare here?"

"That's right, I'm threatening you. I'm using evidence of your powerful collusion, your horrific crimes, to blackmail you. You better obey me, or I'll expose all this to the world, give your country another big embarrassment, and see how you handle that!"

Grand Secretary Yue's face was filled with indignation, but a hint of disapproval flashed in his eyes.

Kang De, observing this, sneered, "I know BCC belongs to your family, I know that the global media and public opinion are controlled by your media conglomerate, I know that online dissemination will be censored, I know that with a single order from you, no newspaper or television station would dare to report this, but..."

The next moment, holy light shone, condensing into a magnificent robe, outlining runes, and unfolding wings of light. Kang De floated into the air, the fire of the sun burning brilliantly, his voice like a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the heavens.

"Do you think they'd believe me if I walked the Mortal World in this manner, proclaiming the truth to the people, exposing all the rotten things you've done in every city and every country?"

The Prime Minister's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sternly, "Kang De!"

"I won't do it unless absolutely necessary, just as I won't take that step, won't cross the bottom line." Kang De withdrew his holy light, the radiance fading to reveal yellow skin and black hair. He said in a deep voice, "I respect your bottom line, but you must also respect mine... We need to establish a new understanding."

Grand Secretary Yue's eyes flashed, and he sneered, "The bottom line?"

"I will not use my superhuman powers to directly interfere in the world of ordinary people. I will not use my powers to extract what I want from ordinary people. I will not exploit, oppress, or harm innocent people. I will not use my abilities to do evil, nor will I place myself above all living beings."

"This is your bottom line, isn't it? You can't tolerate a powerful superhuman posing as a god and interfering with the order you uphold, so I won't do it. In exchange..."

Kang De said in a deep voice, "I will not allow any extraordinary person to do so either—until you legislate for and enforce the extraordinary, and coordinate the relationship between the two, until a true order is established, I am the law of the extraordinary, I am the divine law of the extraordinary, and today's Round Table is the example!"

Grand Secretary Yue looked incredulous.

The prime minister was stunned for a moment before finally scoffing, "Superhero, are you here to uphold justice?"

His tone was full of sarcasm and mockery.

Kang De rolled his eyes. "Of course not, you idiot. It's the rule of the game that hiring outside help costs money. I'm here to uphold justice for you white guys, so of course I have to charge a fee, and a lot of it. After all, even superheroes need to make a living. I'm not Bruce Wayne."

The Fire Thief pointed to the stack of contracts lying on the ground. "All of Round Table's interests, properties, and wealth in Britain belong to me. All the so-called celebrities who attended the equestrian center's lavish banquet also have their assets transferred to me voluntarily. All of this requires the assistance of your government in coordinating."

"In short, tell those celebrities' heirs to obediently hand over my share and quietly inherit theirs. Don't cause trouble. After all, I can kill their entire families, or I can release their legally deceased parents and brothers and take back their inheritance. It's disgusting when they come back but the money is gone. You make sure you get this clear. If there's any trouble later, you'll be charged with poor communication first."

He stared at the dumbfounded Prime Minister and declared, "This is the price for inviting me to be a superhero and uphold justice. I don't rip off the poor; I rob these arrogant bastards!"

--Damn it, you came to London and caused a huge scene, leaving everyone in a sorry Round Table, humiliated and defeated, and then you still managed to make a fortune. How come all the benefits are yours?

Grand Secretary Yue cursed them inwardly for their shamelessness, but he felt that these actions were extremely familiar.

"You're not happy? Damn it, why do superheroes have to work for free? Who decided that? Even 996 workaholics get performance bonuses, and pirates used to split profits with the Queen when they had privateering licenses. Why can't I rob people? Why can't superheroes raid the homes of supervillains? You've chilled the hearts of the brothers!"

Kang De looked at the Prime Minister and gave him the middle finger. "Did you hear that? You can tell all the heads of state to keep an eye on their own countries' superhumans and prevent them from running amok and harming ordinary people. Otherwise, superheroes will descend from the sky, punish evildoers, and carry out righteous raids. Oh, and by the way, because this cause is righteous, no taxes should be levied on asset transfers or property transfers!"

He lowered his head menacingly and looked at the Prime Minister: "The same this time. If you dare accept a single word, I'll hang you on the London Eye and let the wind blow on you!"

--The Prime Minister has finally come to his senses.

He gasped.

The point is not about confiscating property and transferring assets, but about Kang De's declaration to the world.

He muttered, "What do you want to do? Do you know what you're saying?"

"How novel!" Kang De smiled broadly. "AWSL Company is newly established, using the heads of dissenters to complete its initial capital accumulation—haven't you seen this before?"

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PS1: Damn, the temperature has dropped drastically... It's so cold.