Strange game designer.

Chapter 754 What am I like?
“Director Li, I will take care of your daily life from now on. I will treat you like a mother.” Ci Tong was as obedient as a cat. The other two were completely different. The bishop’s kind gaze towards Gao Ming was always scrutinizing. The little brat didn’t even want to look at Gao Ming directly. He was always yawning, as if he could never wake up.

"What a strange analogy." Gao Ming wanted to borrow strength from the Tzu Chi Foundation. He originally thought that the Tzu Chi Foundation was not as powerful as outsiders said, but after getting to know them better, he found that they were just hiding their strength very well.

After leaving the office, Gao Ming went to other churches in the second block.

Councilor Ci was willing to help Gao Ming, and in addition to media publicity and mobilizing believers to create momentum, she also allowed Gao Ming to take away a large number of medical personnel.

Tzu Chi is not allowed to have its own armed forces, but doctors are no longer restricted. High-ranking individuals can find all kinds of doctors here, including surgeons who have worked in regular large hospitals, witch doctors who combine curses and forbidden products for treatment, madmen who conduct human experiments, and so on.

With his objective achieved, Gao Ming mingled in the convoy and drove towards the third block.

There were a total of nine vehicles, but only four of them were passenger buses with people inside. The other five were media vehicles arranged by Councilor Tzu Chi, which would be used for follow-up reports to showcase Tzu Chi's compassion from different perspectives.

Councilor Ci herself hid safely deep within the church, while Ci Tong put on her coat and veil, pretending to be her, and risked her life for her.

Before even reaching the third block, Gao Ming had already experienced the convenience brought by the Tzu Chi Foundation. The cleaning company had set up patrol teams and roadblocks due to the escape of high-risk pollution sources. If Gao Ming had driven out at this time, he would definitely have been questioned. But by blending into the Tzu Chi team, as long as Cixiang waved his hand, the cleaners would let him pass.

“Power is really useful.” Gao Ming sat next to the bishop, but his face was covered.

“All of this is not granted by power, but by faith.” He looked at Gao Ming with kindness: “I have lived for so long and have seen all kinds of people. Look at the tattoos on my body. Every dirty design represents a gang I have been in. Some gangs have been destroyed, but I am still alive and well. Do you know why?”

"That means you run fast enough." Gao Ming crossed his legs, and the surroundings were completely silent, as if the carriage had been put on silent mode.

"Because I firmly believe that light will surely exist and shine upon this city, it is with this faith that I have been able to crawl out of piles of corpses time and time again." The old man was 120 years old, and he spoke very quickly, driven by Gao Ming's anger.

"Come on, there's probably a doctor in this car who performed organ transplant surgery on you. I could smell your blood from three meters away."

After Gao Ming finished speaking, some doctors immediately looked away. They were just watching the show and didn't want the fire to actually spread to them.

"Everything I do is so that the light may come sooner." Bishop Jixiang stopped talking and prayed silently to calm himself down. The three-eyed child Ci Nian, on the other hand, was oblivious to what was happening outside and fell asleep as soon as he got on the bus.

As the first rays of dawn shone on the earth, the fire in the third block not only failed to be extinguished, but instead burned even more fiercely.

Buildings collapsed, traces of explosions were visible everywhere on the ground, along with the corpses of patients, severed limbs, pig-men and rat-men, black raincoats covered in wounds, and various medicine bottles. The entire Third District had become a hellish place.

"Even Satan would be ashamed of himself; the tortures in hell are probably not as numerous as those created by humans." Gao Ming and his team, along with their media van, broadcast the entire horrific scene in the Third District.

The fighting had not stopped, but it had spread to the fourth district.

Night watchmen can exert special powers granted by the code at night, so they launched an attack on Takekawa-sha and Manseong when the night was darkest, but unfortunately the situation changed.

The car radio broadcast news from the city council hall, blaming all the chaos on the night police. The 13th block, where the city council hall is located, spearheaded a moral condemnation of the night police, calling on all blocks to eliminate them. The information broadcast to citizens was filtered and selective; the truth was that gangs in other blocks had already clashed with the night police.

“The night watchmen are bastards, and so is the city council hall. Things must change.” The bishop’s kind voice was stern and unsmiling.

“You’ve certainly lived a worthwhile life with this idea in mind.” Gao Ming led the convoy to the edge of the restricted area. Overnight, the area around the old pharmaceutical factory underwent a dramatic transformation, becoming the only gathering place for survivors. The refugees set up makeshift sheds and used various items as weapons.

On the main road of the pharmaceutical factory, you can see the corpses of many monsters. These "sheep" who were driven to the brink of despair have painfully sharpened their dulled horns again.

"So many people?" The bishop ignored Gao Ming's request and directly gave orders for the doctors to get off the vehicle and begin treating the wounded.

With multiple camera vehicles following her, Tzu Chi perfectly showcased the power of Tzu Chi to heal people's bodies and minds, administering various medicines to the wounded and giving speeches in crowded areas.

Gao Ming let him do as he pleased, and while these guys were putting on a show, he found Jia Youzhi.

"Director Li, you're really something! So you went to call for reinforcements, you should have said so earlier!"

"Has Marquis Bai'e returned?" Gao Ming asked in a low voice. "If he hasn't returned, tell him not to make any rash moves."

"I was just about to report to you. That old man really keeps his word; he's already waiting on the riverbank north of the restricted area."

"Have him contact me directly." Gao Ming tossed Jia Youzhi a number and turned to leave.

He had just returned to the disaster victims when he suddenly felt his trouser leg being tugged. Turning his head, he saw that Ci Nian seemed to have finally woken up.

He rubbed his eyes and casually asked, "They're already waiting for you on the riverbank to the north. Aren't you going to meet them?"

"You heard everything?" Gao Ming's eyes narrowed, and a murderous intent instantly rose. This kid was no ordinary person.

“It’s not about listening; the world in my mind is different from yours. It’s the vision of a forbidden monster.” Ci Nian’s small hand reached into her loose priest’s robe. “Alright, I’ve answered one of your questions. Now it’s your turn to answer mine. Who is the White-browed Marquis?”

“It’s your mother.” Gao Ming grabbed the little boy, his expression cold and cruel: “Don’t go looking for trouble. You are all subordinates assigned to me by Councilor Ci.”

"Subordinates? Hahaha."

"Little brat, don't you have the vision of monsters in the forbidden zone?" Gao Ming pretended to be furious, but was actually asking sincerely, "Tell me, what do you think of me?"

"You?" The little boy stared at Gao Ming for a moment: "A pieced-together rotten mess, what a pathetic wretch."

(End of this chapter)