Light Dragon's death

Li Qingxun spoke with a soft sigh. Hearing his words, Sunday rose straight to his feet.

Without a word, he headed straight over.

Uncle Li had already come out. He looked at Light Dragon awkwardly, not daring to say a word.

Light Dragon showed him no courtesy whatsoever. He lifted his foot and kicked him squarely in the body.

The middle-aged man, already over forty, had no chance to react before he was kicked hard to the ground.

He staggered back to his feet, his eyes full of fear, yet still kept his head respectfully lowered.

"I'm sorry. I'll pay the protection money, but please give me a little more time."

"But my wife is seriously ill. I-I really can't afford it right now," Uncle Li said, keeping his head down.

His fists tightened slightly, his eyes filled with grievance, but above all, he remained silent.

He didn't know what he should do or what he could do, so he simply stood there in silence.

Hearing Uncle Li's words, Light Dragon raised a hand and rubbed his bald head. There wasn't a trace of pity on his face, nor any other unnecessary expression.

He merely looked at Uncle Li with contempt, then spat at him. "You said the same thing half a month ago. Get the money out right now."

"Maybe I'll spare your life. If I don't see the money, I reckon you won't want to know what happens."

As Light Dragon spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Uncle Li, his expression turning far more vicious. Under that stare, Uncle Li fell silent.

But before he could speak, Sunday had already strode over.

Light Dragon frowned deeply as he looked at Sunday, who had appeared out of nowhere.

But before Light Dragon could say anything, Sunday had already raised his hand.

His hand was pale and slender, somewhat like a girl's, but the power within it was terrifying.

As that terrifying force descended in an instant, a formidable aura spread outward.

The hand Light Dragon had just raised was caught instantly, and his eyes filled with fury.

But before he could speak, Sunday punched him in the face.

He was knocked hard to the ground. Flecks of blood scattered, followed by two molars flying out.

Sunday looked calmly at Light Dragon's utterly furious expression.

He planted a foot directly on Light Dragon's head.

In the next second, blood splattered.

Everyone around them stared blankly at the scene. This was Light Dragon, after all.

His older brother was Guang Biao, a mecha pilot at the level of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor.

And now his younger brother had been killed right here, before their very eyes.

The eyes of the thugs accompanying him filled with panic and terror.

But before they could speak, Sunday raised his hand.

Two devils appeared behind him. The two puppets raised their spears and drove them straight through two of the men's bodies.

Sunday calmly crouched down, wiped his hand on Light Dragon's clothes, then stood back up.

Watching Sunday rise, Uncle Li's eyes were now filled with horror and disbelief.

He stared blankly at the scene, not daring to imagine what consequences Light Dragon's death would bring.

Those consequences were absolutely beyond what he could bear-or rather, beyond what he could even imagine.

"Y-you killed him. You... do you know who he is? Do you know what his status is?"

"He isn't someone you can afford to offend. Run! Leave Eastsea City right away! If his brother catches you, you'll die."

"His older brother is Guang Biao, the commander of the Mecha Brigade. He isn't someone people like us can afford to offend."

Uncle Li was on the verge of tears as he spoke, his eyes filled with despair.

Leave? I can't leave. My wife is still being treated in the hospital.

Stay? Uncle Li also knew that staying meant certain death.

Should I run away alone, or stay and die alongside my wife?

Uncle Li's body had even begun to tremble.

But he didn't blame Sunday, even though Sunday had been ruthless.

In truth, he understood that if he didn't pay this time, he would most likely lose his shop, and then his wife would die too.

And when that happened, there would only be two possible ends for him.

Either Light Dragon would kill him first, or an honest man like him would go and fight Light Dragon to the death. There was no other choice.

In this world, unless they could become Soul Masters, those supposedly lofty Lord Soul Masters...

Otherwise, as far as their lives were concerned, their fate had already been decided from birth.

There was no room to resist.

Seeing the despair in Uncle Li's eyes, Sunday stood there silently.

He tilted his head slightly toward Li Qingxun, and after seeing Li Qingxun nod to him...

Sunday raised his hand, and a thick stack of banknotes appeared in it.

He calmly placed the stack of banknotes on a nearby table.

"There should be several tens of thousands of Federal Coins here. Consider it compensation for what happened here."

"As for that brother of his, you don't need to worry. His brother won't come looking for trouble with you. Of course, whether you believe me is up to you."

Sunday's voice was calm. After speaking, he looked toward the doorway.

The two thugs who had originally been guarding the entrance had already sprinted some distance away.

Sunday showed no mercy to these last two petty thugs either.

He lightly pointed a finger forward, and in the next instant, two puppets appeared beside the two men.

As the puppets pierced their bodies, both men fell to the ground, their lives extinguished at the same time.

People suddenly dying in the middle of the road drew one startled cry after another from the surrounding crowd. Some had already called the police.

Sunday paid no attention whatsoever and silently walked back.

He sat beside Li Qingxun and quietly ate, his expression perfectly natural.

As they ate, the two chatted about the Holy Spirit Cult's future development.

Li Qingxun offered some suggestions on this subject: use the Holy Spirit Cult in Eastsea City as a model.

Create a church that belonged entirely to Sunday, then spread it outward.

After all, Sunday couldn't stay in Eastsea City forever. For the other Holy Spirit Cult followers, becoming the overlord of a region was a fine thing.

But Li Qingxun required Sunday to head to Shrek City.

At the very least, he had to become the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult in Shrek City for it to count as acceptable.

So Sunday was almost certain not to stay, while someone would still be needed to manage things here.

After all, this was their true foundation, and they couldn't abandon it lightly.

Even if they would later sacrifice all these people in exchange for the complete destruction of Eastsea City's Spirit Pagoda or Tang Sect.

They would still serve a purpose by remaining here.

While the two chatted, news of Light Dragon's death had already been sent back.

News like this wasn't difficult to pass along, given the people who operated on this street.

Or rather, whether they were police officers, shop owners, or anyone else, who would dare refuse to show Guang Biao respect?

He was the commander of the Mecha Brigade, his status far above that of ordinary people like them.

Ordinary people like them simply couldn't compare to someone of his standing.

Naturally, the death of such an important figure's younger brother would draw considerable attention.

And so, at that moment, inside the Mecha Brigade's office...

Guang Biao was smoking with his legs casually propped on his desk when his phone suddenly lit up.

Looking at the information on it, he calmly answered the call.