Madness

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

Glory had already understood the whole story, but she still wanted to know more.

The secretary and instructors in the battle group were caught off guard when she hooked her arms around their necks. They didn't have time to resist and instinctively tried to grab her hands to fight back, but the arms around their necks grew heavier and heavier.

The two young men suddenly went limp, howling in pain, unable to utter a single word.

"I'm asking you, Mr. Grand, what misunderstanding do you have with these two soldiers? Can you tell me?" Glory pressed down on the two soldiers' collarbones, forcing them to lower their bodies so they could no longer resist.

Banner could see clearly that through the gaps in the Molle buckle, he could see deformed bones. Both of their arms, one on each side, were dislocated, and the bones were sinking and compressing their lungs. The muscle spasms caused by the pain made it impossible for them to breathe, and they were about to go into asphyxiation and shock.

Before the two soldiers could even get a clear look at the enemy, they started making strange groaning noises. One of them tried to draw his gun, but immediately told Glory to kick the holster. She kicked until her hand went numb, and her finger bones pierced her flesh, exposing the red and yellow flesh to the air.

Guland immediately raised his hands in surrender, indicating that he had no weapons.

"--War King!"

This is a sign of respect for Ming De, and a gesture of respect for the BOSS's supreme martial prowess.

Glory: "I'm asking you, what misunderstanding do you have with these two military officers? Tell me, explain the whole thing clearly."

How could Guland dare to hide anything? The War King had captured two officers of the deputy regiment right away. Such a fierce and ruthless attitude meant that he must have found something to hold against them. If he still couldn't see the situation at this point, he would have to go down with these scum of the war regiment.

"Guland, Guland!" The secretary cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, straining to utter a plea for help. "Think carefully, Guland."

"Think it through? Think it through what?" Glory tilted her head and leaned forward. "You and him have something to say to each other? What kind of ambiguous relationship do you have?"

In that instant, the icy, surging spiritual pressure felt like two hands gently caressing Grand's cheek.

--The hairs on his body stood on end, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead.

He felt that the woman in front of him, with her strong figure and beautiful face, was a monster, and that if he said the wrong thing, he would die without a burial place.

This terrifying spiritual pressure, which felt like a death threat, brought him to his senses, and he finally remembered who his enemies and friends were.

Just now, the warband's secretary and training instructors wanted to use him as a money laundering tool and take his family hostage to force him to work for Juseberg. In less than ten minutes, the War King arrived before them, clocking in right on time—once convicted, he would never let these bastards live a second longer.

"They want me to help them dispose of stolen goods! War King!" Guland finally overcame the pressure. "My store location was arranged by Juseberg; he wants me to help tamper with the White Shark Association's gold bars and resell George Joshua's estate."

"You bastard! You'll die a horrible death!" The secretary roared, trying to break free from the War King's embrace. "You're spouting nonsense and twisting the truth! You ungrateful wretch! Lieyang Fort has no place for you!"

Before she could finish speaking, Glory gripped the secretary's palate tightly, like a fisherman holding a fish by its gills, rendering her unable to utter another harsh word.

"Where's the evidence?" Glory asked. "You can't wrong an innocent person!"

The matcha mousse cake immediately perked up. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to lift the entire set of audio equipment. It was with both arms and his spirit working together that he carried this stolen goods worth seven or eight hundred thousand yuan out of the secondhand store.

Glory recognized the sound system; it was from the duel on Cruise Ship No. 3 not long ago. She had stood on her enemy's head to listen to a symphony, intending to use the sound system to drown out the gunfire. Bloodstains should still be able to be tested on this exquisite wooden piece.

Then look at the phone that Guland handed over; it has call records, tracking numbers, and all the necessary evidence.

"The misunderstanding is cleared up." Glory excluded Grand and pulled the two warriors from the battle group toward a side alley. "We won't disturb the shopkeeper's business. I have something to discuss with these two young heroes alone."

Grand asked anxiously, "War King! Beware of Juseberg!"

Upon hearing their master's name, the training instructor immediately gained confidence. "War King, even if you don't care about the monk, you should at least consider the Buddha. Guland is right, you should at least consider the warband's interests."

Before she could finish speaking, Glory had another "fish" in her hand. Fragrant Dream snapped the captive's jaw, freeing Glory hands to take out Juseberg's phone and ask the fish in her hands—

"Are you looking for him? Looking for this powerful backer?"

Things happened so fast that when Glory arrived at the industrial park, Juseberg's body was still warm. The two soldiers had no idea that their leader had already gone to report to the King of Hell.

The secretary and the militia instructors both looked utterly despondent, finally giving up the struggle and letting the War King drag them into the alleyway.

Once in the dark alley, the War King released the prisoners, shut the secretary's mouth, and put the bones back in place. Only the collarbone injury remained unhealed; this pain could hinder their arm movements and affect their speed in drawing their guns.

The two young men looked to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. They were originally in good spirits and were probably both high-spirited young men. However, after suffering such a severe beating, they became as timid as mice under the influence of the War King's spiritual pressure.

"I have some products made by White Lady." The War King took out a water bottle and handed it to his secretary. "Which hand do you use to unlock your phone?"

The secretary immediately understood the War King's intention, quickly healed her hand, and handed over the phone. "Unlock with facial recognition! I used facial recognition!"

Glory dragged over a trash can and sat at the alley entrance with her back to the sun. The sunlight shone on her blood-red hair and cast her shadow on the two soldiers.

"Are you students of the gunsmith?"

The training instructor immediately said, "Yes! My performance is excellent! The gunsmith teacher praised me before! Look! War King, look!"

As he said this, the instructor drew a short combat knife from his waist.

"--This knife was a gift from the gunsmith instructor! It was given to me to recognize the top students in the special training course! Look! It's made of Wootz steel!"

Glory didn't remember having such a student. Xue Ming had taught far too many students. Every time they went to a new place, to a new city, after the battle, the Nameless One could only stay for a maximum of three days before having to accept a new call to war and go to the next den of demons occupied by the Madness Butterfly Sect.

Over two thousand days and nights, the nameless man captured more than three hundred Zero Platform, fighting a bloody battle in different locations almost every week. Xue Ming could only distribute assignments and impart combat experience to the students through the internet-based streaming classroom.

These short swords were gifts from Xue Ming to the warriors of the battle group, as a reward for outstanding students who either achieved perfect scores in the Six Arts Heart Sutra exam or won the sword in the Galahad Sage's Cup Grand Tournament. In any case, these people could be considered Xue Ming's personal disciples.

Glory asked, "Do you know how embezzlement, bribery, and money laundering are punished?"

The two brothers exchanged a glance, their minds racing, desperately pleading for a way out.

The militia instructor, relying on his status as a gunsmith's student, immediately began to play dumb, saying, "War King, you brought us to this alley because you want to give us a chance to reform, right?"

"This guy is playing dumb. If he doesn't want to answer, fine, but don't try to pull that family connection thing on me." Glory turned to her secretary and said, "You answer, you know the rules."

The secretary immediately stood up and shouted, "Those who embezzle or accept bribes exceeding 300,000 yuan will be sentenced to life imprisonment. During their imprisonment, they will be required to cooperate with the construction team in land reclamation. Depending on the specific financial losses and social impact on the jurisdiction, those with serious offenses will be executed."

"You're breaking the law knowingly, that's an even bigger crime!" Glory didn't know what to say. She took her secretary's phone and told her to be respectable, "Change your phone to fingerprint recognition."

The secretary immediately obeyed, still persistently asking, "Can you spare my life, War King?"

"Ming De is very disappointed in you." Glory took out her phone, wanting to make a video call to Good Cat, but then she thought, wouldn't that just upset the BOSS? So she gave up the idea.

"What exactly have we done to wrong you, young men? Let's be reasonable."

"Aren't the benefits of the warband good? Lieyang Fort is the worst place in District 54 in terms of public security. It's a post-war wasteland, a city of sin. The warband's soldiers have the highest salary and medical insurance standards."

"But you enjoy the rights, what about the responsibilities you bear?"

"You treat the Warband's cause as just a job? Is the Warband a big company? You work here today, and tomorrow you'll be Joshua's bodyguard?"

"What about your mission? How much money would be enough? How much money would it take to fill your stomach?"

At that moment, the training instructor voluntarily handed over his phone. In a fit of anger, he chopped off his finger and handed it over as a tool to unlock the phone.

"Spare my life, War King?"

Glory collected the evidence and shook her head. "I can't agree to your request—if I save your life, I'll betray the people of District 54, and I'll betray Ming De. You helped Juseberg with his work; this money could have been returned to the people, turned into welfare homes, water conservancy projects, schools and hospitals, or resettlement housing for the poor. It can't become your private property. If you're well-fed, someone else will die. What you've swallowed isn't just stolen goods, it's other people's blood and flesh."

After saying that, she raised her hand, took up her gun, and blasted the instructor's head to pieces.

When he got to the secretary's side, he finally lost all sense of propriety and refused to cooperate with the investigation.

"War King, I'll stay by your side and show you the way! Please don't chop off my fingers, okay? I'll just use facial recognition! I know a lot of people!"

"Is that really true?" Glory asked again, "Don't you want to lose your dignity?"

The secretary shook her head frantically, tears and snot streaming down her face. "No, no, no, I don't want to! I don't want to die!"

Glory: "Grande doesn't want to die either, his wife and children don't want to die, so why are you unhappy and unwilling when this happens to you?"

The secretary quickly explained, "No, I didn't mean to kill him. I just wanted him to cooperate. Just cooperate, please."

"How easy you make it sound." Glory frowned and glared. "Cooperate? How many people cooperated with you? And how many fools were used as tools, then discarded?"

"Guland doesn't even have the chance to be a good person. His wife and children are in your hands; he has no choice!"

"You can even capture Clark's parents, and Banner's parents and sisters, using all sorts of underhanded tricks to threaten them, forcing them to become your tools, forcing them to become criminals."

"This threat of death is coming to you, it's about to happen to you, why can't you accept it?"

The secretary stubbornly insisted, "I'm more useful than them! I'm more useful than them! I'm very smart! I'm quick-witted! I'm very capable! I'm competent! War King! I just lack an opportunity! Let me work for you, okay? Okay? I'm better than Silver Bay! I should go to the Gate of Wonders! I'm kind-hearted! I can be kind-hearted!"

"You really don't want to be respectable?" Glory asked again.

The secretary feigned ignorance. "What decorum?"

A scorching wave of air blew in from the alleyway, carrying a frenzied rage. A thread of shimmering silver hair, woven together, sliced open the secretary's head like an invisible blade.

Glory picked up her secretary's phone and head, completed facial recognition, and headed towards the next execution ground.

She carried the small gift back to her car, and Elena immediately turned pale with fright.

"My God! What have you done?! Why did you come back carrying your head?!"

Glory: "He's disobedient; he deserves to die a gruesome death."

In the chapter's assembly center, next to the City Hall, there is also the Golden Beetle Prison and the Golden Beetle Defense Center, both of which were built later to detain and interrogate criminals.

Previously, prisoners in Lieyang Fort were either executed on the spot as serious criminals, or sent to the capital to be tried by the Prosecutor's Office and court.

The Golden Beetle Prison and the Golden Beetle Defense Center are "local specialties" left behind by Mr. Fantastic in Lieyang Fort. They are "criminal resorts" built in conjunction with the White Shark Association, and their nature is similar to, yet slightly different from, the Blackland Royal Hotel.

The hardened criminals imprisoned in Hedland truly had to dedicate their lives there, using their physical essence as fuel to help Qingjin capture other henchmen and fugitives.

As for the functions of the Golden Beetle, it is either used to blackmail the White Shark Association, taking criminals hostage and demanding benefits from various war gangs, or to shelter criminals and protect them from harm by other armed groups.

Unfortunately, our Monkey Bro couldn't escape this fate.

The car thief, Horse-Faced Monkey, was caught by the militia and handed over to the warband, then imprisoned in the Golden Beetle Prison.

Unlike his good brother, the Long-Armed Ape was insatiable, his mind controlled by greed, which ultimately cost him his life.

Horse-Faced Monkey wanted to retire from the underworld after finishing one last job, but when he returned to Lilan Avenue, he spotted Fuyanni's car and bumped right into the retreating troops of various battle groups.

The car thief was delivered to the Golden Beetle Defense Center by sheer coincidence. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling fan in the center's lobby, his face covered in blood. He had been fighting for two days and two nights and was about to be killed by the soldiers of these battle groups.

The manager of the Golden Beetle is a lieutenant in Mister Fantastic's Battle Group, a Taiwanese man named Chen ShouGong.

The palace guard also had two ruthless interrogators by his side, codenamed Jin Ge and Yin Ge in Lieyang Fort.

The sun shone on the threshold of the Golden Beetle Defense Center, also waking up the suffering Horse-Faced Monkey. The young black man perked up, letting out a few heavy gasps from the pain. Blood from his mouth and nose blocked his airway, and he almost died.

A bucket of cold water was poured onto the face of the Horse-Faced Monkey. The burly Jin Ge walked over, his battle uniform looking imposing, his muscles almost bursting out of his shirt.

"Hehehehe! You little black devil! Just confess already!"

Then, following behind his brother, Yin Ge held the case files and recounted the crimes committed by the Horse-Faced Monkey.

"Rape of women! Car theft! Bank robbery! Crimes committed throughout Westbrook! Thirty-three serious crimes recently, all committed by you alone! Isn't that right!"

"I don't know! Sirs! What are you talking about!" Horse-Faced Monkey could only cry foul, "Where would I get such great skills? You really overestimate me! I'm just a car thief."

Looking at the Jin Ge again, it seems that it was educated by George Joshua, sticking out its buttocks and taking off its pants, ready to become an extremely powerful tool for torture and forced confessions.

"Still trying to deny it?! You little devil! I said you did it! So you did it! Eat my magic weapon!"