[Evil Transformation Cult]
Ten minutes later—no, not even ten minutes later—Ji Jue's answer had spread throughout the entire Tower City, reaching the ears of every observer and everyone involved.
In the sudden silence, everyone fell into a daze.
Then came bursts of understanding and laughter, uncontrollable delight, or uncontrollable fury, stomping their feet and cursing their mothers...
The silent communications became lively once more. Tower City, silent beneath the night, was like a great cauldron secretly coming to a boil, bubbling away.
And everyone began to worry—was this brief silence the final calm before the storm arrived?
No matter how fierce the open conflict and covert slaughter had been before, no matter how vicious and terrifying those schemes and plots were... when those four words came from Ji Jue's mouth, the rules of the game underwent their most fundamental change!
At that moment, don't know how many people were cursing so viciously that they wished they could storm into the police station, grab Ji Jue—who was lounging with coffee in hand and his legs crossed while going through the motions—by the collar, and demand:
What the hell are you trying to do?!
You dared touch something this deadly? Do you have a death wish? If you want to die, go die by yourself! Why drag everyone else down with you? You just had to make sure nobody could get out of this cleanly, huh?
There was no helping it. That was the deterrent power of the Evil Transformation Cult—or rather... just how revolting it was.
It was the pinnacle of disaster, the answer to the current era.
Even the largest illegal organizations in the present world had previously been nothing more than scattered, independently fighting worthless trash. Yet after Lu Changsheng rose to power, he had quietly pulled off something