This time, Lu PingAn spent a full two and a half days drinking tea.
During that time, more than a dozen corpses ended up lying both outside and inside.
The strongest among them was probably around tier 5 or 6. Don't blame Lu PingAn for failing to identify them clearly—he never gave them a chance to demonstrate their abilities.
Compared to true "Death Match Participants" and the "Otherworld Battlefield," these hired thugs and Wanted Criminals making desperate last stands seemed far too mild.
"...Thank you all for your cooperation. I hope I won't have to come in person next time."
At last, having obtained everything he wanted, Lu PingAn departed under the send-off of a group of "friendly and hospitable residents."
Clearly, these people had not been as honest as they claimed.
At the very least, they had doubted the rumors that Lu PingAn, "though only Tier 4, actually possessed Quasi Rule-level or even greater combat strength."
So naturally, some refused to accept it, some came to test him, and some sent people to assassinate him. They all died.
Lu PingAn showed no mercy, because anyone who killed needed to be prepared to be killed. When dealing with such villains, even the slightest mercy or displayed "kindness" would make them think you were weak and easy to bully.
"Sometimes, it takes a villain to deal with villains."
In truth, Lu PingAn had already been holding back.
By his original plan, he would have torn down half the street, killed half the bosses and fugitives on the spot, and made an example of them. The Bureau of Anomalous Affairs colleagues stopped him.
"They're actually taking in the new trash and filth produced by the city. At least some troublesome people leave traces with them. If they really blend into the ordinary