The Truth About Superbrains

"Draw one in five and kill. Begin."

Wu Pifu looked expressionlessly at the fifty thousand-plus people standing in the square below.

The fifty thousand-plus people trembled. They had witnessed Wu Pifu's ruthless methods firsthand. After flying back from the spaceport, he had circled the city once, and the entire urban area had instantly been filled with all manner of grotesque chunks of rotten flesh. By the time he returned here, the fleeing taxi troops were gradually making their way back. Wu Pifu did not make things difficult for those who returned. He merely waited in midair for a moment, until the last soldier limped into formation, before speaking.

Naturally, the military district had remotely controlled sensory computers as well. As one-fifth of the personnel were marked with red cursors, despair appeared on their faces, yet none of them dared make the slightest move. The remaining forty thousand-plus people might have felt fortunate, but their expressions were hardly any better.

As those despairing people were executed by their former comrades, Wu Pifu silently sensed their emotions for a moment before saying, "Now I need you to maintain order in the city, and rescue the slaves imprisoned in the estates of powerful figures, gang dungeons, and even places like your military district. Let..."

Wu Pifu frowned. He carefully sensed the emotions of the forty thousand-plus people, intending to find the person with the strongest sense of justice to take charge of these matters. Right, and the equipment needed to perform surgery on those children...

He swept his gaze around and finally found the person in the ranks with the strongest sense of justice. This person was utterly sincere, without the slightest falsehood, and possessed sufficient justice and decisiveness. He stood among the crowd, smiling at Wu Pifu, a firearm still in his