Ba Miu Luo Di!
In just two days, Ba Di completely took control of the former Brotherhood neighborhood.
They gathered all the Brotherhood members, killed the two ringleaders of the resistance, and then improved their welfare. They used carrots in one hand and sticks in the other, killing those who disobeyed and rewarding those who did with more money than ever before.
Few people in the Suicide Slum are truly content with their situation because it's just too terrible.
Gang fights happen frequently. Sometimes, after nightfall, some bastard will be found dead in a stinking ditch, and the police will quietly order someone to take the body away and burn it. They can't find the killer, nor do they want to.
There is no sense of security here; everyone lives in constant fear.
Ba Di's rule even brought a touch of fiery energy to these neighborhoods, as he established new rules for everyone.
The profit split between prostitutes was changed from 70/30 to 50/50, allowing those living at the bottom of society who sold their bodies to live a slightly better life than before.
Eliminate activities such as buying and selling organs and trafficking children.
For those who were already on the verge of despair by exorbitant protection fees, and who might even have to pay protection fees more than three times a day a month, a specific amount was stipulated, to be paid once a month, and anyone who collected such fees indiscriminately would have their hand cut off.
There are also many rules governing gang members.
These rules were extremely harsh on gang members who were unwilling to follow them; they were nothing short of tyranny.
It wasn't that no one questioned it, because they all felt constrained by it.
"Is this still a gang?"
"That's simply unrealistic."
"We've always been like this."
"That won't work."
They usually exploit people however they want, sometimes collecting protection money from different people several times a day. People can just walk into a shop and take something without paying, but now they want money? Are we sure they're a criminal organization? A gang? Is this still a slum? They don't care about the resentment of ordinary people.
Now that the new boss has taken over and is doing this, they might as well just be good boys.
"I like that there are rules under my command, and that I am the only one who can act recklessly."
On the spot, several people voiced their opinions, and those who did were brutally crushed on the head by Ba Di, the splattering onto their white clothes, making them look like a terrifying Devil God.
No one dared to oppose him again. Ba Di had also increased their interests considerably. Compared to that, following the rules was acceptable, at least it was safe, wasn't it? No one dared to utter a sound anymore.
Mike watched his boss's retreating figure with alarm, realizing for the first time, from Ba Di's adherence to the rules of the neighborhood, the man's inner ambition.
This is entirely about creating a nation, and he generously provides these people at the bottom with the means to survive.
Where he wants to rule, the people will live in peace.
In the places he wants to rule, the people will be able to have enough to eat and wear.
Where he wants to rule, the people will have a sense of belonging.
Where he wants to rule, the people will be loyal.
Ordinary people were treated like sheep and kept in captivity by him.
Even after being kept in captivity, one must still be completely convinced of his worth and extremely grateful.
He wants to stand high on the throne, looking down on everything, and controlling life and death. Those who obey him will be granted life, while those who disobey will not have a good end.
He wanted to be a tyrant, a tyrant whom only he could act with impunity in the whole world.
In this world, only he is qualified to stand on the clouds, unrestrained and without scruples.
Mike had never felt that Ba Di possessed such compelling charisma. On his way to Metropolis, he had jokingly asked Ba Di about his strength, what he wanted to do, and how he wanted to recruit subordinates. He never thought that Buddy could withstand a nuclear bomb, nor that he could conquer and unify the Earth.
But now, he felt that beneath the white trench coat, he was ruthless and cruel enough, as well as capable and intelligent enough, and never cared about the lives or deaths of others.
He had become a ruthless and tyrannical king.
A surge of passion suddenly welled up in Mike's heart. He felt an urge to follow the white figure and conquer this planet, to make him the master of this planet, to rule everything, all for the sake of Ba Miu Luo Di.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Inside the Brotherhood Nightclub, all the original Brotherhood members were present. The place had been cleaned up, resembling a cocktail party. Everyone was tense and cold inside. Ba Di was constantly challenging their fears and killing them at will, leaving them in a state of unease.
The Brotherhood has disappeared.
They are now 'Ba Miu Luo Di'.
Ba Di didn't change the gang's name; he just used his own name randomly.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Mike raised his glass high, his expression solemn, a fiery heat emanating from his throat—a solemn and fiery feeling, like a faith being proclaimed aloud.
Leon, standing beside him, saw Mike raising his glass. Instinctively, he wanted to learn, so he strained his arm muscles, clenched his fist, and suddenly raised his right hand high.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Leon said something, not loudly, but in the tense silence of the more than one hundred people, his voice was quiet but clear.
He trembled inside; he had never before been so... crazy, pushed his limits, and attracted so much attention in front of more than a hundred people.
Just like... he cut off that head.
Under the watchful eyes of many, his heart gradually burned with passion.
It started to burn little by little! The burning heat spreading from his heart flowed through his blood throughout his body, making him excited and agitated, his hair stood on end, goosebumps rose, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
To be watched, to be observed, to have the world's gaze upon you! That feeling!! It's just too good!!
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
He roared loudly, his face flushed red.
Leon slammed his fist into the sky again, his burning body trembling, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes burning with passion.
I belong to Ba Miu Luo Di!
Leon's excitement ignited his companions, who had heard two days earlier that Leon had followed Ba Di into the Brotherhood's headquarters, killed the three Brotherhood members, and then taken control of the neighborhood.
This is like a legend, a legend created by oneself.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Leon's friends unanimously raised their fists, pounded the sky, and roared with fervor, their faces flushed! They, too, were going to do great things! Young people shouldn't be unknown! This world should belong to them! It should belong to the young!
Let the old order disappear, and let us create a new world!
Leon and his friends were practically pounding their fists into the sky, as if they wanted to break the Suicide Slum, break this poverty, break this place of despair.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Boiling is contagious...
Burns are contagious...
Madness is contagious...
Faith is contagious...
The original Brotherhood members looked at each other in bewilderment. Slowly, one by one, people in the area raised their right fists and punched into the sky.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Starting with a few people, fists gradually rose until everyone raised their fists, roaring with flushed faces.
As if possessed, like a virus, it spread, and this name brought everyone together in a frenzy.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"
Huge waves of sound converged around Ba Di.
One by one, they were roused, and their roaring slogans brought together everything they had.
The temperature soared to a fever pitch, and everyone stared at Ba Di with burning eyes, shouting at the top of their lungs, their bodies trembling with excitement. The combined sound sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Ba Di's figure was as tall as a pillar, his majestic body standing firm amidst the waves of sound.
"Hahahahahaha..."
He suddenly laughed, a wide, maniacal laugh, with a faint red light flickering in his eyes.
This feels amazing, like the whole world revolves around you and roars at you.
He stood tall and imposing, his smile suddenly stopped, and he threw a punch into the air with his right hand.
A punch shattered the air, causing the airflow to fluctuate wildly in all directions.
The surrounding crowd's gazes grew even more intense and frenzied. They all punched the sky, their blood boiling, trembling with excitement, and roaring with all their might.
"For Ba Miu Luo Di!"