Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng's voice was devoid of emotion, but every word was like a heavy hammer blow, relentlessly striking Dean's brain.

“You are neither a police officer nor a judge, yet you can trespass on private property, disrupt other people’s ceremonies, and create panic and chaos.”

“From the perspective of current laws, isn’t your behavior also a complete illegal intrusion and a threat to public safety? Aren’t you now acting as a private judge?”

"Just like you think of Su An."

“You used your personal moral standards to deny Leila her only chance to live, and that is also your judgment.”

"Given the current known conditions, the fate of these two people—whether they die one after the other in a short period of time, or whether you, the judge, decide their life or death—is now in your hands."

"Dean, my words are just a reminder not to ignore the choices you've made, and to understand who you really are and what you're doing. Think more comprehensively and maturely. As for what you do next, I won't stop you, no matter what choice you make."

Wu Heng's gaze was like an abyss, pinning Dean to the spot.

"But no matter what you choose, you are already standing in the position you despise. You have become a self-righteous judge, and now that you are standing here, you cannot escape. All you face is a choice, or rather, a judgment from yourself, which has nothing to do with the existing laws."

“You are no different in essence from Suan Grange, who is standing in front of you.”

The tent was deathly silent.

The smell of thick smoke had not yet dissipated, mixed with the scents of herbs, dust, and despair.

Mrs. Luke held her daughter tightly, tears streaming silently down her face. She couldn't understand the complicated arguments, but she knew that her daughter's last hope seemed to be extinguished by the young man in front of her.

Su An's tense body calmed down strangely after listening to Wu Heng's words.

She was no longer angry; she simply gazed at Dean with an almost compassionate and insightful look.

She didn't need to explain anymore; Wu Heng's words had already spoken for her the justice she firmly believed in. Yes, she knew in her heart that she was a murderer, a sinful person who imprisoned death.

But she believed she hadn't done anything wrong, at least not in her heart. At that moment, she saw in Dean a soul just like hers, born of kindness but trapped in a paradox.

Dean stood there, as if struck by lightning.

He looked down at Carl Reid's diagnosis and the crime clippings in his hand, then looked up at Wu Heng's curious yet calm eyes, and then at Su An's calm yet knowing expression.

Finally, his gaze fell on Leila's pale, bewildered face, a face marked by the countdown to her death.

Wu Heng's words were like a cold scalpel, precisely dissecting all the righteous facade he was so proud of, revealing the flesh and blood inside, which was also full of contradictions and choices.

The self-proclaimed hunter, whose bottom line was firmly upheld, collapsed at this moment, leaving only a naked and cruel question: Where exactly is the boundary between the judge and the judged, the savior and the depriver?
And what choice will Dean Winchester make at this moment?

"I"

Dean opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He felt his throat was dry, and his heart, which had been given the life of another, was pounding violently.

I suddenly realized that I had never truly understood my own heart.

The document in his hand felt incredibly heavy, making his soul tremble. He was completely stunned, his perception shattered.

"Please, Dean!"

"Save Lena!"

Just then, Mrs. Luke suddenly knelt down. She didn't care about life or death; she only wanted the girl to live. "Mom!" Leila, caught off guard, hurriedly tried to pull her mother up, her voice trembling with tears. She had come here, queuing every day, all because of her mother's persistence and her deep maternal love.

"Lena, kneel down together!"

"Mr. Dean, please, don't stop me. If it's really that bad, I'll give my own life for my daughter. I'm old, but she's young! She's so young!"

Dean staggered back a step, his face deathly pale.

At this moment, Leila looked up and glared angrily at Dean.

Even when Dean deliberately stopped her ritual, she wasn't too angry; she just felt a kind of incomprehensible sadness.

But at this moment, because of Dean, his loving mother is so sad and distressed, even so humble.

"Why do you do that!"

Her voice was filled with anger.

Leila was asking Dean, "Why do you force my mother to be so humble? You're just a passerby, with no legal authority over you, yet you're doing things that are more cruel than a judge while criticizing others."

Dean's eyes were filled with confusion.

Looking at Leila's angry and disgusted eyes, which was completely different from her cheerful and fond expression when she saw him before, he was struck by her expression.

Dean was instantly jolted awake.

He seems to be a bit too self-important, both in his feelings and in his actions.

Faced with the gazes of Su An, Mrs. Luke, and Leila, Dean subconsciously looked at Wu Heng: "What should I do?"

"Follow your own heart. You are neither a saint nor a judge. Just use your own moral standards to judge. Stop worrying about private trials and the laws of various states in the United States. Even those so-called laws are made by individuals through negotiation."

"Moreover, companies are constantly making corrections and improvements, so they are not completely fair and have various loopholes. Don't be too hard on yourself or too rigid. Learn to use your own heart and your own understanding to judge."

"People have feelings, and because of the strict enforcement of those regulations, so many unfair things have happened."

There is no absolute fairness or absolute rightness in the world; everything originates from the human heart.

"Don't let outsiders influence you. Listen to your inner voice and listen to the answer your soul gives you, the answer you believe to be the most correct."

"Now is the time for you to make a choice, Dean!"

Wu Heng extended one hand, making an invitation.

In a daze, Dean saw a terrifyingly huge evil spirit staring at him. The air was inexplicably cold, which quickly cooled his dazed mind and brought him back to his senses.

Mrs. Lena Luke, Suan, is a scumbag with less than 10 hours left to live.

Various pieces of information swirled in his mind.

An American encyclopedia occupies a central position, shaping his previous understanding.

Thinking back on all the things I'd done—credit card fraud, trespassing, impersonating an FBI agent, and other criminal acts—I comforted them at the time, explaining that my motivation for doing all this stemmed from one thing: helping others and eradicating evil. (End of Chapter)