Chapter 1292: Chapter 48: Old Six Descends the Mountain [Double-Length]
Yu Zhongge and the others can now confirm: This Ma Yidao, for the rest of his life, may never dare to forget today.
In this lifetime, whether he dares to do evil or not is still up for debate, but for at least the next decade, he can certainly be considered a model citizen!
"Boss, you have thunderous means and a merciful heart!"
Yu Zhongge was genuinely impressed.
"In the future, when we act alone and encounter such matters, we should do the same."
The brothers all spoke earnestly.
Fang Che laughed: "For us, it is a matter of surviving long-term. As long as we live long enough, our reputation and deterrence will become increasingly important! At that point, we’ll truly have some effect; but for now, what we can influence is only trivial."
"So... how we proceed in the future, we should take solid steps one by one. Perhaps we can truly change something, it’s not impossible."
Fang Che smiled with joy.
He was very pleased, as long as Yu Zhongge and the others understood his philosophy and acted accordingly.
Then, even if his identity was exposed and he was disgraced, Yu Zhongge and the others would support him.
That would be enough!
"Action!"
Fang Che and the others came out of the brothel and followed a plan throughout the night.
The fifty-two individuals from the Qinglong Gang were all apprehended, naturally resulting in fifty-two battles, but for the eight of them, dealing with such low-level martial artists was effortless.
Then directly interrogating, tracking the superiors, one by one.
Removing one point after another, searching upwards point by point.
Over three thousand people met an untimely death that night.
Also, that night.
At countless entrances to the Donghu State’s underworld, corpses suddenly emerged from inside.
Piles and piles of bodies were continuously thrown out.
At one of the largest entrances, over seven thousand corpses were thrown out!
Several corpse collection teams in Donghu were working overtime in the morning, roughly estimating that the corpses tossed out from the Donghu State underworld that night numbered thirty thousand and five hundred.
It’s as if there was a God of Killing, tirelessly killing underground!
The faces on countless corpses, once identified, many belonged to wanted criminals with heinous crimes, and others to slippery villains who had never been caught.
Bloodthirst filled the Donghu State sky.
But countless citizens were overjoyed. Because they saw, many ghostly figures that appeared at dusk to bully them had turned into cold corpses.
They could no longer bully people.
The street at night, those hooligans swaggering around had vanished.
Small business owners felt the long-lost happiness.
Large carts full of bodies, like endless convoys, transported the dead to the Graveyard outside the city.
Every large cart was piled high with bodies.
And at the Guardian Southeast Headquarters’ plaza, death row prisoners were executed daily.
The killing aura and blood scent grew stronger every day.
But life improved day by day, and the city grew more peaceful each day.
From the second day, countless women caught in the underworld were released, and many children crawled out from those dark entrances...
While other entrances kept revealing bodies, with daily counts reaching over ten thousand...
Even Zhao Shanhe was startled.
"Did Fang Che do this? Couldn’t be?"
"It’s not Inspector Fang, Inspector Fang has been busy investigating the Qinglong Gang these days. He hasn’t gone underground!"
Zhao Shanhe was thoroughly shocked: "Not Fang Che? Then who is this God of Killing underground now?"
"...Unknown."
"Investigate."
Zhao Shanhe’s order was met with silence.
A master who can create a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea underground, you want us to investigate them?
Isn’t that asking for trouble?
"I’ll go look at the bodies." Zhao Shanhe couldn’t sit still.
With such a master appearing in his jurisdiction, Zhao Shanhe felt a heavy sense of danger.
Morning.
Zhao Shanhe stood beside a pile of corpses, his scalp growing increasingly numb.
The fatal injuries of the dead varied widely, some were killed with a slap, some with a finger, and some with a kick.
But most were killed by a sword.
Throats slit, hearts pierced, decapitations, skulls stabbed, stabbed in the back, sliced in half diagonally...
But most were throat slits.
Neatly made wounds, a thin line on the throat.
"Damn, if one didn’t know better, they’d think Yemo had come to Donghu State to enforce justice."
An Ruoxing made a joke from the side: "Look, not much different from Yemo’s Blood Spirit Seven Swords."
"There’s a big difference."
Zhao Shanhe straightened up, his expression serious: "Yemo kills without blood, just a touch of red with their sword. But this person kills by slitting throats, letting the blood flow completely!"
"And among the killed, there are Monarch Level and Elder level figures, you saw that thin corpse earlier? That guy is from my clan too, surnamed Zhao, has a large mole with black hair on his face; remember? Bear Demon Zhao Wuji, his cultivation is at the Saint Level, even higher than mine!"
Zhao Shanhe sighed: "If it truly was Yemo, that would be better, but Yemo doesn’t possess such skills."
An Ruoxing also sighed, saying: "Yemo remains uncaught and untraceable, always a significant threat. Once their power matures, they might not be much weaker than the person acting now."
"But did you notice the wounds this person makes with their sword?"
