Wu Heng stood inside the room.
He looked at the five psionicists on the ground, who were already incapacitated.
He wanted to know if these psychics, who were similar to those in novels, had abilities derived from bloodlines or spirits, and whether he could acquire them.
So he stepped forward, and the four corpses he stepped over instantly turned to drier.
Standing in front of the fifth corpse, Wu Heng felt the waves of fear emanating from it, and he kicked it hard.
The hearing-enabled psychic lying on the ground instantly opened his wide eyes, a dagger hidden beneath him surfaced, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light as he lunged straight at Wu Heng.
But what awaited him was the sole of a boot coming straight at him.
Moreover, he was faster and had more power.
The foot blade whistled through the air, blowing the psionicist's middle-parted hairstyle wildly. Due to the momentum of their lunge, the opponent had no time to dodge.
Wu Heng felt as if he had kicked a rock.
This person's skull was far harder than that of an ordinary person, yet a cracking sound still emanated from it.
The hearing-powered psychic, who had been lying in ambush, suddenly found himself lying on his back, flying backward. His head slammed into a wooden cabinet four meters away, embedding itself straight into his upper body.
"A physical psychic? Judging from the reactions of others, you must have been faking it for quite some time."
"I'm so sorry, I let your disguise slip."
As Wu Heng spoke, he had already rushed close to the other party, and a horse-slaying saber instantly appeared in his hand, slashing straight at the man.
Inside the wooden cabinet, the fifth psychic's feet landed on the ground. He braced himself against the two-and-a-half-meter-high, four-meter-wide cabinet with both arms, like a siege engine, trying to turn it sideways and smash it into Wu Heng.
'Snap, plop!'
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the sounds of chopping wood and mincing meat rang out simultaneously.
"Not bad, he's close to being a Tier 2 physical psychic!"
Looking at the fifth psychic, who had been split in two vertically from head to toe, with each half of his body embedded in the broken wooden cabinet, Wu Heng said with lingering satisfaction.
This kind of brutal, visceral fighting style is what he prefers.
"Don't worry, no one but me knows you're pretending."
"I'll keep it a secret!"
Wu Heng stepped forward and Siphon the blood flowing from the corpse.
He then shook his head in disappointment, a hint of regret on his face.
The corpses of the four people in front were no different from ordinary corpses, containing not even the slightest trace of energy.
This fifth person, although possessing a certain amount of energy, did not have much, simply because his physical body exceeded human limits, completely contradicting the energy production capabilities of the characters in the story.
The spiritual energy within these five people seemed to have mysteriously vanished after their deaths.
That's the reason.
"Never mind, dealing with the immediate matter is more important. We can study it later." Wu Heng sighed inwardly, put the five mummies back into the Life Box, and threw them into the pig cage.
These five mummies, which involve his most fundamental ' Siphon ' ability, could not possibly have survived.
He had already realized it by then.
These people had already sent out distress signals before the elevator arrived, so he had to act quickly.
The reason Wu Heng left so many insignificant traces this time, and even allowed these people to ask for help, is that...
On the contrary, it was to clear themselves of suspicion.
Moreover, he didn't just want to get rid of these people in the company; he wanted to uproot them completely and resolve the issue entirely.
Whenever news of the company's misfortune spreads, it inevitably stirs up suspicion and fear in those involved, a fear stemming from Wu Heng's actions.
As long as Wu Heng's fear is present on this planet, Wu Heng will have the natural coordinates of the target, and Eli the power of fear to eliminate them at a specific point.
No one would have imagined that the downfall of Dark Snow Company would be caused by just an ordinary, decadent young man.
If it had been three days ago, Wu Heng wouldn't have dared to do it so blatantly.
But now he knows that the mysterious forces of the Beiquan City's top leadership have basically all gone to the newest Land of Absurdity node in Mountain Pool City, which gives him an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
After realizing that there was no more sign of life on the third floor, Wu Heng turned around, returned to the elevator, and pressed the button for the 8th floor.
Because he had already sensed it.
On the eighth floor, two clusters of fear, like cakes smeared with honey, exuded an enticing aroma.
It was obvious that the two people on the eighth floor already knew what was happening downstairs.
Wu Heng sized up the two bald middle-aged men who stood respectfully in the middle of the room, like primary school students being punished by their teacher.
Judging by their hair and age, they are definitely veterans in the industry.
Welcome!
"We promise to cooperate. We are just ordinary people. Wu Zhan forced us to join the company. We had no choice at all."
The person on the left stammered, while the person on the right looked sorrowful and aggrieved.
"I understand!"
"If you don't join Wu Zhan, a domineering person, you'll suffer the consequences!" Wu Heng nodded gently in agreement.
"Let's not talk about that now."
"Can you retrieve all the company's member information, recent schedules, reporting records, and data from the six-and-a-half-story detention cell?"
Wu Heng asked questions while observing the surroundings.
The room on this floor has a dark color scheme, with a huge long computer desk in the center, and various computer equipment and security tools arranged around it.
The walls were covered with various icons and data, recording network traffic changes, system status, and security threats.
A bookshelf stood in one corner of the room, filled with related books.
The desktop monitor displays some hidden camera footage, along with a series of codes.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Sir, if you pull this out, could you please not kill us?"
The two nodded hastily, looking pleadingly at Wu Heng's legs, not daring to glance at Wu Heng upper body for fear of seeing something they shouldn't.
"After what you've all done, do I still need to kill you?"
"Afterwards, Wu Zhan will definitely find out that you were the ones who leaked this company information. Do you think he'll let you off the hook? At that point, we'll be natural allies."
"So get to work and prove yourself through your actions."
Wu Heng reached out and pulled over a black leather swivel chair placed in front of another workstation, and sat down in the middle of the two workstations with four monitors, watching the two people operating at the same time.
The application software belonging to Dark Snow Company was opened, displaying a series of job titles, names, and contact information.
Wu Heng looked at the records above,
The Dark Snow Company's registration list only includes first-tier psionicists and those below them.
It has four affiliated martial arts schools, namely:
" Gunshadow Martial Arts Hall, Intercepting Hand Martial Arts Hall, Tide Palm Martial Arts Hall, Pouncing Fist Martial Arts Hall "
These four martial arts schools supplied a total of 24 disciples to the Dark Snow Company, four of whom reached the limits of human physical endurance.
The names of these four people also had an additional note: Insect Feeders.
Moreover, in the table of strength rankings, which is only available to psionicists, unlike the blank spaces of the other 20 people, they were all filled in with 'pseudo-first rank'.
Of those 20 people, they were likely the security personnel on the first floor, who have already been eliminated by Wu Heng.
Wu Heng did not encounter these four martial artists who were at the limits of human physical endurance.
He made the computer screen continue scrolling down.
I saw at least a hundred professionally trained individuals scattered throughout the streets; it looked just like a criminal organization.
"Back these up."
Wu Heng said something to the bald middle-aged man on his left, then looked at the screen on his right.
The itinerary records and reporting logs have all been retrieved.
The itinerary shows that the four insect feeders who had reached the limits of human endurance had already followed Wu Zhan to the node of the Land of Absurdity.
As for why they didn't bring the first and second-tier psionicists, but instead brought four ordinary people, there is no record of that.
The recent reports have been sent by more than twenty people from the community.
Wu Heng glanced at the photos and immediately saw pictures of his own guesthouse and his mother's apartment in Sunshine Residential Complex 402.
"Hehe!"
Wu Heng sneered.
The two people beside him were so frightened that they shuddered, and two waves of fear surged up, instantly drawn in by Wu Heng's Spirit-Touch Power.
"Back up these too."
After finishing speaking, Wu Heng turned to look at the records of the six-and-a-half-story secret room that had been retrieved.
The first one is:
" Liu Ya, a familiar figure, lost his foot while beating a lone man. After being pulled out, he was still shaking the door. On August 21, he was locked in cage number 673, and on October 15, his ladle was removed."
Upon seeing the record, Wu Heng asked the two men in confusion, "What does this mean? Explain it."
The overweight middle-aged man on the right timidly translated, "This means that Liu Ya, one of the company's employees, went to work independently, was arrested by the authorities, escaped back, was found out by the minister, and then lied, so he was imprisoned and will be beheaded next month."
Wu Heng nodded. This kind of record was practically bandit slang, which gave one a glimpse into the nature of Dark Snow Company.
He continued looking at the second one:
"On March 25th, He Ridong, a member of the Lima people, was a spy for the Shadow Society. He was about to set up a cage, but it leaked and was blocked by the cage. He planned to set up a target for the annual festival on November 15th."
Wu Heng looked at the middle-aged man who had gained weight.
The middle-aged man understood Wu Heng's gaze and immediately said:
"It means that He Ridong is also a psionicist, an inside man of the Shadow Society. He dared to report the news, and as a result, he was discovered and tied up. In the end, he will be killed and his head used as a sacrifice for the annual meeting."
Wu Heng scrolled down and found about twenty records. He could guess some of them, but not all of them. He then pointed to one of them:
"On May 24th, Feng Mengting, a pregnant woman, gambled away money at a gambling den, accumulating huge debts and ending up with nothing. She violated the rules of the Dark Snow pill to swallow."
Before Wu Heng could make any other move, the middle-aged fat man had already begun to explain:
"This pregnant woman was kidnapped because she had a lot of gambling debts, her family didn't have much money, and she kept refusing to pay back the company. She broke the rules and was made into a 'bitter jar' (a metaphor for someone who suffers from misery)."
"What does 'bitter water jug' mean?" Wu Heng asked curiously.
"This...!" The overweight middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, stammering slightly.
Wu Heng glanced at the other person slightly, "Speak up, it wasn't you who did it, what are you hesitating for?"
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority; the overweight middle-aged man could only tremble as he replied:
"The 'bitter water pot' is actually a 'medicine pot,' meaning this woman is being treated like a medicine person."
"Normal women will eat supplements like chicken soup to ensure the health of their breast milk for their babies."
"But Wu Zhan and his group treated this as a company perk. Whether it was for kidney tonification, blood replenishment, or aphrodisiacs, they would feed her large amounts of supplements whenever needed, turning her body into a medicine pot to brew medicine, and then taking away the food that belonged to the child to nourish themselves."
After finishing his sentence, the overweight middle-aged man knelt down on the ground, weeping bitterly. "Brother, none of this has anything to do with us, and we have no way to help her."
"I know you were forced into this job." Wu Heng didn't dwell on it anymore, but instead pulled the middle-aged man up and continued giving instructions.
"Now send a message to all employees who are not currently at the office, along with this image."
He pulled out a camera.
The camera contained a photograph of the brutal deaths of the guards and Qin Shaotang at the entrance of the building on the first floor.
"The message is: All psionicists and guards at Dark Snow Building have been eliminated. All personnel associated with the company must immediately sever ties, or face certain death within one day!"
Wu Heng directed the two to edit the content and watched them send it out.
Besides Wu Zhan and the four martial artists he took away, all the more than one hundred employees and the martial arts school will receive this message.
Fear is inevitable.
Wu Heng needed to induce fear and eliminate those more than one hundred ordinary people; otherwise, the one person observing him would be too suspicious.
"Clear all data, regardless of type, do not back up."
"After all, at this moment, Wu Zhan will never let you two, the accomplices of the invading enemy, go."
Wu Heng's words resonated with the two of them, and they immediately began cleaning up all the data.
After the two finished cleaning up...
"Very well, you two go to the third floor first." Wu Heng said softly, and a surge of fear, like a venomous snake, burrowed into their heads.
Their eyes instantly lost their color, and they ran to the elevator in terror, frantically pounding on the down button. The elevator doors opened, and they hurriedly squeezed in, selecting floor '3'.
It was as if a ferocious beast was chasing them.
"I won't kill you, but if you choose to die, don't blame me." Wu Heng coldly watched the two figures leave.
The person in charge of the data must know about these records and their Dark Side.
Being forced into the job is not a valid excuse.
Can those criminals who were forced to join criminal organizations and swindled countless people, causing their families to be ruined, really be completely absolved by the phrase "forced"?
Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.
In the end, all that will remain in the temple will be those who have committed heinous crimes and are now retiring from their criminal ways.
After watching the two leave, Wu Heng took another elevator that only went upstairs and chose the 9th floor.
He's not exactly a good person either, and perhaps he's not qualified to judge others; he might even be considered hypocritical.
However, treating everyone equally has always been a self-inflicted problem and a false proposition.
He admitted he couldn't do it.
"That's why I pursue power," Wu Heng stepped out of the elevator, "So that I can make choices!"
Before me was a luxurious room.
The room is decorated primarily in opulent gold and dark tones, exuding a sense of luxury in every corner.
Exquisite wall lamps hang on the walls, emitting a soft, warm glow, and expensive murals adorn the spaces between them.
Wu Heng was getting a little tired of this nouveau riche style as he walked upstairs.
He glanced at it and headed straight for the safe next to the bed.
A broad axe appeared in his hand in an instant, and he chopped it down hard on the back of the safe.
All safes are more vulnerable at the back than at the front.
As if squeezed by a hydraulic press, the back of the safe was pried open, and a hole was torn in the thick steel plate mixed with cement.
With three more blows of the axe, the inner iron box was pulled out like a drawer, revealing three items.
One is a sealed file.
After Wu Heng opened it, he found a transfer order inside, which came from the Red Lotus Association.
The Dark Snow Company within its jurisdiction is ordered to bring personnel to meet at the Purple Mist Manor in Mountain Pool City. Upon receiving the order, they must depart immediately and arrive no later than the 28th.
Wu Heng had a recollection of the Red Lotus Association; Little Sheep had mentioned it before.
It is one of the four Lighthouse organizations that allocated the 'newest node in Mountain Pool City '.
The second item was a silver box about the size of a palm.