Above Destiny

Chapter 577 Slaughter to the bone and scatter to ashes, exterminate them all

In fact, Ji Jue's suggestion was unnecessary.

At this critical juncture, everyone understands that there are only two ways to resolve the turmoil in the city as quickly as possible, dispel the looming storm, and appease the people.

First, eliminate the cult; second, eliminate the cult.

No matter which method is used, it must be quick, ruthless, and steady to nip the storm in the bud before it escalates. Similarly, no matter which method is used, there must be a cult-debunking group!
Now, the anti-cult group has arrived.

It was delivered to Ji Jue.

It's time to wrap this farce up; this is the final procedure.

—Take a look, isn't this the anti-cult group you mentioned?

In the same police station, in the same interrogation room, under the same surveillance cameras and the gazes of all sides, Ji Jue sat in the interrogator's seat, crossed his legs, sipped his free coffee, and casually inhaled its fragrance.

He did not utter a word.

Everything was ready, yet they hesitated to begin the final performance.

In the dead silence, only the 'confessor' behind the table became increasingly uneasy and stiff. For some reason, even though he had long since made up his mind to understand the outcome, he still couldn't help but sweat profusely.

Meanwhile, the observers outside the venue gradually grew anxious, their brows furrowing in front of their screens.

Now that things have come to this, you want compensation, and you've received it; you want respect, and you've received it; even if you want to "de-cult" a group, everyone has gone to great lengths to put together a "de-cult" group for you. You just nod, and that's the end of it.

It should be over by now, bro?

Stop making a scene.

If this continues, it won't be good for anyone!
Standing outside the interrogation room, Dugu Ming's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He felt a vibration in his pocket, his phone screen lit up, the call flashed briefly, and then it ended, a silent urging.

He reached out and pressed the call button on the table. He didn't say anything, but simply coughed.

He urged them again.

Ji Jue ignored him and calmly continued drinking his coffee, while the time on his phone screen on the table ticked away second by second.

It took a long time, until the hour was up, before I finally put down my coffee cup.

Head up.

The first thing he said after walking in was...

Ignoring irrelevant questions like name, gender, and age, they went straight to the point: "Are you part of the Huaxie Cult?"

"...Huh? I...yes, I am, I am from the heretical cult!"

The person who confessed was stunned for a moment, almost not reacting, nodding frantically and opening his mouth, just about to begin reciting the confession he had written beforehand, when Ji Jue interrupted him and asked again:

"You were the one who attacked me?"

"It was me!" the man who confessed answered resolutely, his assurance ringing firm: "I did it! I've been watching you from the very beginning..."

"is it?"

Ji Jue rested his chin on his hand and asked casually, "Why do I feel like it doesn't look like it?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Dugu Ming, behind the one-way glass, changed his expression slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Ji Jue's voice.

"Over the years, the Evil Cult has developed into three main branches and seventeen sub-branches, which have been further spread and derived into countless other branches. Among them, the six branches active in the Central Plains are Wuwang, Zhuanlun, Tianshengzhi, Longlixin, Shisu, and Qichashou."

Ji Jue suddenly asked, "Which department are you from?"

For a moment, the person who surrendered was stunned and bewildered, subconsciously wanting to glance behind the one-way glass.

Are there really so many rules?

Why didn't you tell me this?!
Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh, turning back helplessly to glance in Dugu Ming's direction: "How do you do things? Who do you think you can fool with this?!"

For a moment, Dugu Ming was also somewhat numb.

This clearly touches on a blind spot in everyone's knowledge. Even if there were secret dealings in the past, they would only say it was a cult, but who the hell would trace the origins and details of the other side!
There's nothing we can do. Let alone them, even the members of the Evil Cult wouldn't know the details of what Ji Jue was talking about in such detail!
Moreover, time was tight and the task was heavy, the training time was too short, there was simply no time!

At this moment, under Ji Jue's gaze, cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the man who had surrendered. He was restless, his lips trembling, and he subconsciously and randomly chose one.

"It's that seven..."

"Ok?"

Ji Jue's expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at him with sharp eyes, until the man who had surrendered suddenly had a flash of inspiration and quickly changed his tune: "It's a corpse... um, it's a corpse spirit?"

"Sure enough."

Ji Jue nodded, as if he had known it all. "The Corpse Star faction has been active in the Central Plains for a long time, and they are secretly entangled with the White Bang Restoration Front. They are intertwined with each other. I knew that you guys were still up to no good and had your eyes on me, right?"

"That's right, that's right!"

The man who had just become a new member of the Corpse-Holding Cult nodded vigorously. Then, he heard Ji Jue ask again: "Although the various branches of the Evil Cult are in different situations, they are mostly divided into five levels, from top to bottom: High Priest, Assistant High Priest, Inner Array, Witness, and New Participant. Which one do you belong to?"

"See……"

The person who surrendered had barely begun to speak when he noticed Ji Jue's gloomy gaze and quickly changed his tune: "That inner, inner formation, I'm from the inner formation!"

"Oh? They're actually core members who have received the essence of the Great Evil. That's really something. It seems that even the Evil-Changing Cult still yearns for the light in their hearts."

Ji Jue finally smiled, full of approval. The man who had surrendered also wanted to smile obsequiously, and finally heard his voice: "Then tell us, and we'll treat you leniently if you confess."

"How many accomplices do you have? Where are they based? Who is the mastermind behind this? Who is protecting you? Who has been shielding you from infiltration in the Central Plains for so long? Tell us everything."

"No, I have no accomplices, it's just me!"

The person who surrendered subconsciously followed instructions and began reciting the entire text: "It was all my doing..."

As I was talking, I realized that something seemed off.

The atmosphere changed once again.

"The Corpse Haunt's inner circle always has at least three members who act together with the acolyte... You say you're in the inner circle, but you don't have a single accomplice?"

Ji Jue paused for a moment, then asked curiously, "What exactly are you hiding?"

"..."

The man who surrendered stood there, dazed and confused, his lips trembling as he tried to speak, when he heard Ji Jue's sigh, so gentle: "Or are you just a pawn abandoned by the evil cult to attract our attention, with a bigger scheme hidden behind you?"

Dead silence. In the dead silence, the one who confessed could not utter a word.

Sweaty.

Not knowing how to answer, I gasped for breath.

Only Ji Jue picked up his coffee cup, got up, walked to a corner, refilled his cup, slowly sat back down, blew on the rising steam, and took a sip.

"Think it over, think it over again, and make sure you've thought it through before you speak."

Without looking up, Ji Jue told him, "If you don't even confess about your accomplices, how can you be considered to have abandoned darkness and turned to the light? You should at least give one name."

The gentle words echoed inside and outside the interrogation room, carried by the cameras and audio equipment, reaching every bystander.

Reveal the final price.

The firewood pile is already lit, but there isn't even a decent offering. Do they really think this is a bonfire party?
Alternatively, we could find a respected figure to host a banquet, unite everyone, and make this an ironclad case. Those involved would benefit from the market, the security bureau and the secret service would gain performance, and the military would receive awards and honors. We could turn bad news into good fortune, and everyone would profit!

Either you guys play by yourselves!

In an instant, countless people, both openly and secretly, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became tense again, their blood pressure soaring.

Behind the one-way mirror, Dugu Ming's expression became difficult to control.

A series of spasms.

Unexpectedly, Ji Jue's appetite was so exaggerated.

They've taken the money, acquired the land, and are just one step away from success, yet they're still thinking about getting a big bite... and they want it fresh, freshly killed on the spot!

He was forcing Dugu Ming, and all of Huanyu Heavy Industry's allies, to stand up for him and identify the 'murderer'!
Advance and retreat together, stick together for warmth, isn't that what you said?
What? Brother Du, you're not going to go back on your word right after you said that, are you? I've been so considerate of the bigger picture, why don't you put up with this for the greater good? In the silence, his phone started vibrating repeatedly, the screen constantly lighting up.

Messages popped up and refreshed like a waterfall.

There's simply not enough time to keep up.

Urging, questioning, probing, and subtle hints...

In less than half a minute, Dugu Ming's hands behind his back were almost numb. He felt as if he was not holding a cell phone, but a hot potato filled with gunpowder that could explode at any moment!

Until the last straw fell silently.

The assistant behind him stepped forward and whispered in his ear the latest news—just now, a small private airship had landed in Tacheng and could take off at any time.

If we don't make a decision now, it will be too late!

"Tsk..."

Dugu Ming gritted his teeth and crushed the screen in his hand.

Determined.

Beyond the one-way mirror, in the interrogation room, the trembling, stunned confessor suddenly convulsed violently, as if electrocuted, his eyes rolling back and his expression contorted.

But then, it quickly returned to its original state.

Only the empty pupils slowly lifted, and the voice was hoarse and monotonous:
"I...I confess..."

"That's right."

Ji Jue smiled calmly, rested his chin on his hand, and asked again, "Then tell me, who instructed you to do this? And who exactly is protecting you?"

"Yes Yes……"

His stiff expression twitched, and he squeezed out a voice through clenched teeth, 'truthfully confessing': "It's the president of Black River Trading, Mudakhka!"

In that instant, countless people breathed a sigh of relief, countless others felt a chill run down their spines, and many more felt a sense of relief, as if they had been granted a pardon.

Everyone understood that the empty pyre had finally found its destined owner.

Now that the witch has been put on the noose, the bonfire party can finally begin!
Outside Tacheng, a pale-faced Mudahka had no time to curse or roar. Without thinking, he hung up the phone, picked up the briefcase he had prepared beforehand, and ran straight towards the waiting airship.

Race against the clock.

Inside the interrogation room, the questioning continued, like shovelfuls of dirt being shoveled up and scattered onto the coffin lid, until gradually, the dust settled.

"How many of you are there?"

"One hundred in total, one hundred and seventy-four..."

Where is it hidden?

"In the Upper District, at No. 198 Fanrong Avenue on the North Ring Road, and outside the city, at the Acacia Ranch... and the warehouses at the docks..."

The man who surrendered gradually twisted and distorted his expression, speaking haltingly, "In the muddy slums, there's an arms factory... He colluded with the White Bang Restoration Front, brought us here, wanting to assassinate the mayor, disrupt the stability, and force you to go to war with the Red Bang..."

One after another, large, round black pots and countless uncleaned excrement basins were swiftly placed on Mudakhka's head, like layers of armor, adding bricks and tiles to help him go further and further down the road to early rebirth.

With his increasingly fluent speech, all the sins of the entire city and all the conspiracies that had occurred in recent days seemed to have found their true master.

Everyone was scrambling to stuff their used tissues under Mudahka's bottom.

In just a few minutes, with the help of countless people, Mudahka had transformed from a once-honored guest of the nobles of Tacheng into the greatest villain in all of Chinese history, the best partner of the Evil Cult, a staunch supporter of Lu Changsheng, the sworn brother of Da Nie, and the mastermind behind all the turmoil and conflict!
All the iron in the entire Central Plains could not have been used to forge this heinous crime, and all the hard drives in the world could not have recorded even a fraction of the blood debt he committed.

At this moment, justice, though long overdue, finally arrived before everyone on its three-wheeled motorcycle.

Thanks to the whistleblower's denunciation, the truth came to light—Mudahka had been having an affair with the heretical cult, corrupting the Central Plains, and his crimes were unforgivable!
"puff--"

After gritting his teeth and recounting the last piece of evidence against Mudahka, the man's contorted expression finally crumbled, and he suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a stream of scarlet blood.

After completing his final mission, he lay down on the table and remained silent.

The oil is gone and the lamp is dry.

died.

In the silence, only the endless trail of blood spreading across the table, and drops of crimson silently sliding down the walls and ceiling.

tick.

A startling color appeared in the pitch-black coffee.

A blank, expressionless face was reflected in the mirror.

"I can't drink this perfectly good coffee anymore."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and sighed softly:
"it's a pity."

No one responded.

He slowly stood up, looked in the one-way mirror on the wall, straightened his spotless cuffs and tie, and finally turned back to glance at the camera.

Push the door open and go out.

In the dead silence, everything finally settled down!
"Congratulations, Mr. Ji."

Behind the one-way mirror, Dugu Ming, who had been waiting for a long time, turned around and looked over. A smile was forced onto his stiff face. "It's really not easy to get what you want."

"What are you saying?"

Ji Jue grinned, making no attempt to hide his heartfelt gratitude: "As a weak and helpless outsider, if it weren't for Brother Du and Huanyu Heavy Industry standing up for me, I don't know how much suffering I would have endured!"

I should be thanking everyone!

"Ah……"

Dugu Ming sneered, too lazy to correct his inexplicable form of address, as it would probably be useless anyway. He simply warned him solemnly, word by word, "This is a one-time thing, Mr. Ji. Don't cause any more frightening noises next time. Everyone else is more daring than you. They all have to make a living and can't afford any more trouble."

Even if another cult comes knocking on your door, you'd better deal with it yourself! Don't expect anyone else to foot the bill for you!
Otherwise, if you make it impossible for everyone to live their lives, then you can forget about having a good time either!

"Look at what you're saying, how could that be?"

Ji Jue patted his chest and resolutely assured him: "We craftsmen value doing things ourselves and never bothering others. How can we trouble you, Brother Du, with everything?"

"That would be best!"

Dugu Ming waved his hand dismissively: "Since Mr. Ji has said so, then you can deal with this mess yourself."

He paused for a moment, then sighed mockingly, "Time is precious. If we don't hurry up and act, the mastermind you finally caught might run back to the Empire."

Go ahead and do it, just go ahead and do it! You've gone through all this trouble, and it's all for nothing. What have you gotten out of it?
Mudahka is no pushover lying on the chopping block!

He was ready to watch the show—from now on, you'd better wait for the mad dog to come knocking on your door!
"action?"

Ji Jue tilted his head, seemingly puzzled, and looking at his gloating expression, suddenly broke into a smile.

"But the operation is almost over."

boom! ! !
At that moment, the deafening roar from the distant sky finally reached their ears.

In his astonishment, Dugu Ming's face stiffened for a moment, then changed color.

Finally, it dawned on me.

Meanwhile, in the sky above Tacheng, an airship that had just taken off was slowly falling to the ground amidst billowing smoke.

Not only in the sky, but also on the earth at this moment, gunshots, explosions, roars, and wails filled the air. All industries related to Mudakhka were engulfed in flames the instant the 'verdict' was delivered.

The trials and massacres began.

"I've said it before, we craftsmen all prefer to do things ourselves..."

Before parting, Ji Jue raised his hand one last time and patted Dugu Ming on the shoulder, telling him, "It's just a trivial matter of exterminating everyone, why bother others?"

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(End of this chapter)