"Why are they being sent to the hospital?"
"Isn't it for a check-up?"
"... Who issued the order?"
The driver trembled, extending his hand toward the location of Qingcheng Square.
Immediately dropping the driver, Chen Yu soared into the air once more!
He flew towards the square.
The mere ten kilometers, at his speed, was but the blink of an eye.
Looking down, he saw many pregnant women orderly entering one "shack" after another.
The truck at "Shack Number Three" had also gradually started its engine.
"Bang!"
"Rumble, rumble, rumble—"
His figure instantly landed!
The terrifying force caused the vast square to crack like a spider web, spreading ripples of fissures from where Chen Yu's feet stood at the center!
All the people in the square were floored by this sudden, massive shockwave.
"Stop!"
In a flash, he appeared in front of Truck Number 3.
Chen Yu, his body ablaze with flames, stared fixedly through the windshield at the overweight driver: "Get out!"
"Transcendent sir!"
The driver panicked, scrambling off the truck in a tumble.
Under the gaze of all the people struggling to their feet, Chen Yu walked up to the shacks and threw a punch!
"Bang!"
The steel door of the shack twisted and shattered upon impact.
"Everyone, out!" commanded Chen Yu.
The ten pregnant women inside the shack were stunned.
"Out!" Chen Yu bellowed.
Only then did the pregnant women come to their senses, unbuckling their safety belts and getting off the truck.
Chen Yu surveyed the crowd: "All pregnant women, and women holding babies, get off immediately."
"What's happening, sir?" A middle-aged police chief in a patrol car rushed down, flustered.
Of course, he recognized Chen Yu's "appearance."
He was "questioning" just yesterday.
In the blink of an eye, how did he, like that Chen Yu, become a Transcendent?
"Call the person responsible for organizing the check-up for the pregnant women," Chen Yu demanded coldly.
"I... I am that person."
"Why kill?" Chen Yu looked the middle-aged chief squarely in the eyes and got straight to the point.
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"Kill?" The middle-aged chief was horrified: "Kill who?!"
Seeing the genuine look of surprise on the chief's face.
And having some understanding of the man's character.
Chen Yu realized that this "person in charge" on site was also unaware of what was happening.
"These pregnant women, you were supposed to send them to the hospital, right?" Chen Yu changed the direction of his inquiry: "Who is handling the coordination?"
The ones sending the "goods" don't know, and those transporting the "goods" don't either.
Therefore, the ones receiving the "goods" must surely know the inside story.
After all, they were the ones to receive and deal with the bodies.
"It's... it's personnel from the Transcendent world's Qingcheng Office." The middle-aged chief's voice was parched.
He had an inkling that something big was about to unfold.
"Hmm."
Nodding his head, Chen Yu no longer hesitated, flew into the sky, and disappeared.
"To be able to fly..."
The middle-aged chief, somewhat familiar with the Transcendent system, felt his scalp tingle.
To be able to fly.
That meant at least a C-level or higher ability user.
Such a level in the whole realm of human Transcendents could be considered an existence that could cause an earthquake with a mere stomp...
It took one minute.
Moving through the dense clusters of steel and concrete buildings.
Chen Yu arrived at Qingcheng Central Hospital.
Hovering in the air, he scanned the area, and his keen gaze landed on a group of men in black in the hospital's back yard.
He descended immediately.
"Bang!!!!"
He landed heavily.
The men in black were clearly startled.
But quickly realizing this was a Transcendent, they immediately knelt on one knee and spoke in unison: "Sir!"
"Has the first batch of bodies arrived?" Chen Yu asked, his face darkening.
"Not yet." The leader of the men in black stood up and bowed, "There must have been a traffic jam. According to the departure time from there, they should have arrived by now."
"...Indeed, it's you guys."
"What?" The leader of the men in black looked up in confusion.
"Swoosh—"
[Gravitational Control] Ability activated.
Chen Yu pulled the man towards him out of thin air, suppressing his killing intent, "Where is your person in charge?"
"My lord, you..."
"Puchi!"
With a tight grip, he instantly turned the man in black's neck into mush.
Chen Yu's pupils gradually turned white as he continued to pull the next one closer, "The person in charge, where..."
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"Chief Manager, the relevant intelligence on yesterday's Human Rights Association incident has been gathered."
Meanwhile.
Capital, Sanctuary.
Within the resplendent great hall, an armored man emotionlessly handed over the scroll he was holding.
The Leader of the Alliance stood in the middle of the hall, silently for a moment, reached out to take it, unsealed the cord tied in red, and carefully read from left to right.
Including the young man with the duckbill cap, the more than ten high-ranking members on either side of the hall were all silent, looking down as if lost in thought...
In the classification system of human Transcendents, there are five levels of secrecy for intelligence.
Each represented by a differently colored cord.
From lowest to highest: white cord documents, green cord documents, yellow cord documents, blue cord documents, and red cord documents.
The intelligence submitted by the sturdy man obviously belonged to the highest security level.
"Snap."
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After five minutes, having read all the contents of the scroll, the Chief Manager closed the scroll, his eyes beginning to flicker subtly.
"Sir." Below, sharply catching the unusual change in the Chief Manager's expression, the Family Head of the Capital's Li Family spoke tentatively, "What happened?"
"Take a look!" the Chief Manager immediately tossed the scroll to the Li Family Head.
Catching it with both hands and surreptitiously glancing around the hall, the Li decisively unrolled it and after just three lines, his expression changed drastically, "Could... could such a thing really happen?!"
"What is your opinion?" The Chief Manager looked spirited.
"I..." the Li hesitated.
Everyone in the hall, puzzled by this scene, exchanged glances.
Only the young man in the duckbill cap still stood in place, head bowed, with his eyes watching his nose and his nose watching his heart, his emotions unreadable.
The Li's mind whirred with thoughts, choosing not to immediately respond to the Chief Manager's question but instead turned towards the sullen youth, bowing slightly and presenting the scroll, "Your Highness, would you... take a look?"
"..." The youth remained still, maintaining his silence. He didn't even glance at the other person.
"Your Highness." Seeing this, the Chief Manager in the center of the hall sighed, his gaze dimming slightly, "Please take a look."
"There's no need." The youth adjusted the position of his duckbill cap, his voice hoarse, "With great power comes great responsibility, to worry for the nation and its people. You can decide on your own."
The people in the hall: "..."
Discerning the unabashed sarcasm in the youth's tone, the Chief Manager remained silent for a moment, stepped forward to take the scroll from the Li Family Head and, while walking towards the youth, said calmly, "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?"
"Imagine this scenario. A group of kidnappers has abducted a hundred people. They tied these hundred people to the left and right tracks of a railway."
"On the left, ninety people are tied up."
"On the right, ten people."
"Now, a train is hurtling towards the predetermined route on the left at high speed."
"And at this moment, you have a switch that can change the train's route. Just a press, and the train will switch from the left track to the right."
"Tell me..."
The Chief Manager paused mid-sentence as he reached the young man with the duckbill cap and extended the scroll, "Your Highness, do you press the switch?"
The youth slowly raised his head, staring straight at the Chief Manager.
The Chief Manager also fearlessly met his gaze.
"Your choice is to press it," said the youth expressionlessly. "Sacrifice those ten to save the ninety."
"Correct," nodded the Chief Manager.
"So you killed those ten people."
"Yes!" the Chief Manager nodded again.
"You're committing a crime."
"I don't care."
With a sweeping gesture, the Chief Manager turned to survey the whole hall, his gaze piercing, "We, run a civilization. And the first duty of a civilization is to survive! Not just a mere ten people, even if it were forty-nine, I would not hesitate to sacrifice the few."
The entire hall: "..."
"Do we have the power to refuse this dilemma?" the Chief Manager looked back at the youth, "The weak must recognize their weakness. The lives of over a hundred billion humans hang in the balance of our decisions. Do you want me to sacrifice all of humanity for the sake of that useless so-called morality?"
"..." The youth with the duckbill cap continued his silence.
"Afterwards, if we must find a 'sinner' to pay with their life for all the pregnant women and babies of humanity, then come to me. I gave the order," the Chief Manager handed over the scroll, "But for now, before any blame is assigned, please, Your Highness, lift your spirits and read these materials first."
Giving the Chief Manager a profound look, the youth took the scroll.
Unrolled it.
Read from left to right, not missing a single word.
Then, with a look of horror, he raised his head.
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