Above Destiny

Chapter 575 A touch of weariness, clothes slightly dirty

Damn it, something's going to happen!

One day, the once 'peaceful' Tacheng was suddenly attacked by the Huaxie Cult. The first word that came to everyone's mind was two words with countless exclamation marks, bolded, and underlined in red.

Run!
The shadows of the past have returned, casting a pall of anxiety over people's hearts.

The heretical cult is one thing, but the Federation and the Empire are truly more ruthless, fiercer, and more vicious than the heretical cult!

Ji Jue had only just begun, yet he had already stirred up unexpected waves. This move perfectly provoked the people of the Central Plains' natural weak trust in order and their vigilance.

Overnight, the atmosphere seemed to change suddenly, as if beneath smiling faces, bodies were gradually tense up under threat.

Be prepared for the possible arrival of strong winds and heavy rain!
That's instinct.

If trust has never existed, then suspicion is only to be expected.

In a godforsaken place like Central Plains, in a quagmire like Tacheng that devours people without spitting out the bones, anyone without a modicum of vigilance would have long since rotted away in the gutter.

Even if you see a snake in your cup, even if you see enemies in every bush and tree.

It's better to be a living clown than a dead idiot.

An hour after Ji Jue was attacked, he was sitting in the police station's interrogation room, and a second hour after the office explosion, the entire city of Tacheng was already in a state of silent uproar.

At five o'clock in the morning, all the police stations in the entire city of Tacheng were on high alert. The officers, feeling like they were sitting on pins and needles, were constantly answering the phone with fawning smiles, bowing and scraping in their offices. After hanging up the phone, their cursing almost echoed throughout the entire headquarters, giving everyone a thorough dressing down.

Even those 'police officers' who used to act all high and mighty are now on high alert. Even if they don't know what's going on, they have to be on full alert and treat it like a major enemy in order to protect their own skin.

Before dawn, they were forced to return to their posts under orders, yawning and complaining. Everyone kept saying to be careful, but they didn't know what to be careful about.

Then, very quickly, they discovered... they didn't need to be careful anymore.

Just as dawn was breaking, the familiar alarm sounded throughout the entire city of Tacheng.

Then, a long line of armored vehicles drove out of the Federation and Empire's garrison bases, and soon after, rows of barricades and sentry posts were quickly put up along major roads and at the entrances and exits of the city.

Expressionless, heavily armed soldiers stood guard at the checkpoint, meticulously checking everyone's identification.

“I…”

The policeman, still yawning in the car, stared blankly. He looked up and saw the enormous airship slowly passing overhead... like a dark, iron-colored cloud, once again shrouding the sky above Tacheng and casting a menacing shadow.

On the airship, crimson lights flashed, and then, on the suspended screens, orders and notifications from the high command of both sides were transmitted.

—【Martial Law Declared Citywide】!
Sensing that the unrest was about to escalate, the Federation and Empire's garrisons did not hesitate to demonstrate their iron fist, deterring anyone who wanted to take advantage of the situation or fan the flames.

At the same time, it expresses one's own attitude.

After all, failing to suppress bandits is merely a matter of ability, but failing to suppress bandits is a matter of attitude!
Incompetence is nothing more than holding a position without doing anything, but a bad attitude can really kill you!
Now that the Federation and the Empire have taken a stand, it's time for others to voice their opinions—do you support the efforts to eradicate the cult?

In an instant, he received hands raised to the sky and faces brimming with tears, all vying to express their loyalty.

At the same time, after lowering his head and turning around, he began to act ruthlessly, 'preparing for a rainy day'!
Several months later, Huangji is once again experiencing a surge in orders!
In just one night, from the moment Ji Jue uttered the words "Cult of Evil," Huangji's business skyrocketed at an astonishing rate!

Shaban was so busy he was foaming at the mouth.

There's so much business!

We've received over eighty orders for silencing witnesses and over two hundred more orders for fleeing overnight; we're almost out of manpower.

The corpses were thrown into the gutter with a thud, like dumplings being dropped into a pot!
There's no way around it, everyone's bottom is really not clean.

In places like Middle-earth, the bigger the backside, the harder it is to wipe.

People were used to leaving life and death to fate, wealth and status to destiny; once they picked up a gun, they just went for it, born hastily and died brutally. As a result, over time, no one could really say what kind of people were working for them!
The middle managers who are well-known are fine, but how can you possibly check the backgrounds of the lowest-ranking employees? They don't even know where their own fathers are, so how can you expect them to help their entire family become wealthy?

Moreover, there are just too many cults!

There are so many that even after washing them so many times, I still can't catch them all!
Of the four branches and six sects that have inherited the great sins of this world, the evil cult has the most members!
They accept all comers.

That method of using the worship of the Great Evil to slow down the transformation is actually a ritual that deepens the bond, making it perfect for recruiting people!
Moreover, once you learn it, you can go out and work on your own. You can become your own boss after working for three months, and your descendants will be endless. As a result, over time, there are many branches, and even the cult itself can't figure it out.

Before Lu Changsheng, their organization was completely disorganized, growing wildly everywhere. After Lu Changsheng's near-death experience, it became even more scattered.

After changing their appearance, everyone hides under different aliases, changing their names ten times a day. If you walk around the slums, you might run into a few people who have "received eggs" from the cult!
So much so that...everyone really does have some connection with the Huaxie Cult, more or less! In fact, quite a few people have even cooperated with the higher-ups of the Huaxie Cult! Nobody is clean, nobody can withstand a major investigation, so how could they not be afraid?
Everyone is at risk.

On the contrary, Ji Jue sat in the police station's lounge, drinking cup after cup of free coffee, and started watching the commotion.

It turns out that when the goal of a game isn't to win, it immediately becomes more fun...

He's just some nobody from out of town; he doesn't care what Tacheng is like. If things go wrong, he can just mess it up and walk away. He could even go directly to Hongbang without a care.

It's nothing more than making a fool of oneself.
Are you kidding me? Does he think he's afraid of losing face?
He can do without the market, without money, and without any profit.

But he can make everyone eat shit!
Moreover, it's incredibly easy.

A storm was brewing, and in the eye of the storm, Ji Jue was peacefully scrolling through his WeChat Moments, even taking a selfie with great enthusiasm.

With his arm around the stunned rookie police officer, he gave him a thumbs-up, turned his back to the Tacheng Police Station badge, and smiled brightly at the camera.

It's just a little hardship.

Then, the screenshot of this post on WeChat Moments was immediately forwarded to countless people, causing everyone's vision to go black and black again, and they couldn't help but jump up and curse in fury.

But rage is useless, and cursing won't help either.

Now that things have come to this, the matter can be big or small, but the balance is in Ji Jue's hands!
This bastard's finger was already pressed on the big red "weigh up" button, rubbing it repeatedly, like the devil's steps.

So, does Ji Jue have the ability to weigh this matter?
Yes, brother, yes...

Aside from the fact that no one cares about his identity as the representative of 'Haichao Military Industry', Ji Jue is also a recipient of the Chongshan Medal of the Chongguang Church, a top-ranked good person in the entire Tower City, a blood feud of the Evil Cult, a gold-ribbon craftsman of the Taiyi Ring, a master craftsman of the Heavenly Craftsmanship, a backbone of the Federation, and so on!
There were so many people with different identities that there wasn't enough room to sit in the lounge.

None of these identities belong to a nobody that anyone can easily crush.

At the same time, any one of these identities would be enough to stir up trouble and bring this matter into the open!
When things get out of hand, there will be another massive purge sweeping through the entire city of Tacheng. In the midst of the storm, everyone will instinctively pull others down with them, leading to an uncontrollable dog-eat-dog situation. The current stability that was so hard to maintain will instantly turn into a mess.

If I don't want to make money, then nobody else can.

Playing with a candle on a gunpowder barrel is nothing more than this.

This "good knife," which Shaban had praised highly and which everyone had high hopes for, is now covered in excrement and is being wielded wildly, causing everyone's PTSD to be triggered again.

There's no way around it, this ability to create excrement out of thin air is just too terrifying.

No one could tell how deep the water was behind this. Was it really just a coincidence, or was Ji Jue orchestrating it all?
Even Mudahka himself began to doubt whether he really had a cult under his command!

At this critical juncture, his allies, his financial backers, and his lackeys all seem to be plotting against him!
Otherwise, why would he push himself out to challenge Ji Jue, and even become the fuse that ignites the conflict...?

The initial crackdown with an iron fist seemed to have suppressed the turmoil, but as public anxiety intensified, who knows when it would erupt?

Just as the Federation and Empire desire order and peace, no amount of glittering appearances can conceal the stench and countless conflicts and hatreds of the Middle-earth quagmire.

And now, a new sword has appeared in the sword hanging overhead, belonging to the Evil Cult, which has already crushed everyone's breath limit.

Can you check? Is it even possible?
No, you can't!
We can't act recklessly, we can't search, we can't investigate, otherwise, what if we actually find something? What if there really is something there?!

Everyone knows that Middle-earth is a powder keg, and everyone knows that there are undercurrents within Tower City, but at this critical juncture, who can bear the responsibility of igniting the powder keg?
As for the truth... does the truth even matter?

It's really not important.

The important thing is that we can't start a group purchase, at least not now!
Therefore, the more important thing is to deal with Ji Jue...

Thus, the pressure fell on Dugu Ming.

In just one night, countless phone calls came in, some gentle and mild, some furious, some subtle and indirect, and some full of scathing insults.

What a wonderful thing Huanyu Heavy Industry has done!

You guys were so calculating back then, pushing Ji Jue out as a cannon fodder, but now, less than a night later, you've already been backfired on... Are you still going to play?

You messed up, you idiot!
The final straw that broke his back was a message conveyed by Fan Yun's secretary, concise and to the point, just a casual remark made by the general after finishing his meal.

'Stop it.'

So, Dugu Ming, who had been enduring this hardship, started sweating!

(End of this chapter)