This actor is full of tricks.

The moment he opened his eyes, everything within a twenty-meter radius of the man seemed to be paused, even the burning flames were frozen in time.

"Well done." Lin Jue patted He Wen's head, and with a heavy shadow around him, he walked step by step toward the man.

Thump, thump, thump!
The approaching footsteps behind him were like the death knell tolling. The short man felt as if every nerve in his body was about to shatter, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, ready to explode at any moment.

As a member of the new world, he naturally knew that the words "ghost realm" only represented one thing.

A-level or higher level of cunning!
The doctor in the white coat controls a fierce monster that is at least A-level!

That means the opponent's strength is at least at the fifth level! When did such a powerful person exist in Sanjiang, a wretched prefecture-level city?

They had clearly made ample preparations for this operation, but the reason they were so brazen in creating bizarre events was because the Sanjiang Inspection Bureau was facing a personnel shortage. Who would have thought that such a terrifying guy would suddenly appear out of nowhere?

The key point is that this guy's identity is unknown, there is no information about him within the organization, and he is extremely powerful, making him a completely unknown variable.

Sensing that Lin Jue had already walked behind him, the man wanted to beg for mercy, but his body was completely frozen in place, and he couldn't even lift his eyelids.

The next moment, the man felt a cold hand grab the back of his neck, violently pulling him back from the window and slamming him to the ground.

The eyes around him disappeared, and the man spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he only fell to the ground, he felt as if his body had been hit by a semi-trailer truck, and his bones were about to shatter.

Before he could react, a large foot stomped on his chest. Immediately afterward, tearing pain shot through his limbs, and it felt as if something was drilling into his wounds, gnawing at his flesh. The excruciating pain, penetrating to the bone marrow, made him scream in agony.

"You know what pain is now? Think about how much pain those trapped in the fire are in?" The old man leaned closer, his usually carefree demeanor now cold.

Lin Jue wiped the blood off the pencil sharpener and threw the man's severed limbs into the fire.

"You!" The man's face was paler than paper. He seemed to want to say something more, but when he saw the ghostly figures surrounding him, he broke out in a cold sweat and tightly shut his mouth. Only the muffled groans coming from his throat proved that he was in great pain. Even the most resilient ghosts couldn't withstand the power of the pencil sharpener, let alone humans, whose pain was ten times greater than that of ghosts.

"Brother, let me do it. I can definitely peel off his flesh piece by piece, and I guarantee that every piece will be perfectly even!" The timid and cunning Xiaoming held up a card and gestured on the man's body.

The chef, sharpening his knives, said, "Although I'm not very skilled and can't be of much help, if Xiaoming prepares the ingredients well, I can make everyone a very sumptuous dinner. What do you think of heart sashimi?"

"This guy's heart is filthy and black; I'm afraid I'll get sick if I eat him."

"How about this, I know a very cruel dish that will make him watch himself being eaten by us."

A group of people, each offering their own interpretation, devised a plan for how to eat every part of a man's body.

This feeling was even more agonizing for the man than the physical pain. Every word they spoke was destroying his sanity. He finally couldn't take it anymore: "Kill me! Please kill me! I don't want to hear these words anymore!" What was more terrifying than death was listening to a group of monsters discussing how to eat him, and feeling that these monsters might actually make him watch helplessly as his body was devoured bit by bit.

Knowing he couldn't escape, the man simply begged Lin Jue to give him a quick death.

"Want a quick death?" Lin Jue bent down, bringing his face close to the other person's, and after a while, he smiled: "Sure, answer a few questions for me, and I'll let you die a little more easily. I'm a man of my word."

The man was already in a panic and hurriedly nodded in agreement, afraid that Lin Jue might suddenly change his mind.

Five minutes later, Lin felt he had found the answer he wanted. He straightened up, rubbed his palms, stepped aside, and instructed the old man and the others, "It's your turn. Remember, make sure he remembers everything that happened today, even if he goes to hell. If possible, let him experience the pain those innocent lives suffered before they died."

"Damn it! You went back on your word!" The man finally realized that Lin Jue had tricked him, and he writhed wildly on the ground like a maggot.

“I am indeed a man of my word.” Lin Jue stood at the back, enjoying watching the old man and others torment the man. “But that only applies to humans. You are not a human, so there is no need for you to keep your word.”

"The new world won't let you get away with this!"

Even in his final moments before being thrown into the fire, the man didn't forget to threaten Lin Jue.

"Speaking of which, I killed so many people in your New World, so why am I still alive and well?" Lin Jue replied expressionlessly. He was never afraid of threats. Besides, even if the New World didn't come looking for him, he would go looking for the New World. Sooner or later, he would completely wipe out this extremist organization.

Inside the dimly lit room, a masked figure sat quietly in the darkness. In front of him was a stack of documents. By the dim candlelight, one could see that Chen Fu's photo was printed on the documents, and the text column read, "[Recently, he has had frequent contact with a doctor who always wears a white coat, suspected to be an investigator from another city]."

"After all that effort, we've only managed to find this little bit of information. We don't even know the doctor's name or abilities. Looks like it's time to replace this group of people again." The masked man placed the pages of documents one by one on the candle flame and lit them, watching as the documents burned to ashes bit by bit.

"Lord Black General." Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The masked man waved his hand, and a gentle breeze blew, clearing away the ashes on the table.

The door was pushed open, and a man entered. The man was enormous, probably weighing three or four hundred pounds, like a walking ball of flesh. Every step he took made the floor tremble slightly; he was practically a moving tank of flesh.

The man also wore a mask with the character "象" (elephant) written on it in black.

"Elephant Two, you should lose weight." The masked man felt the floor vibrate and teased, "I don't want to change the floor again."

"Can a skinny bamboo pole like Elephant One really be called an elephant?" Elephant Two chuckled, then his tone turned serious: "Pawn Three is dead." (End of Chapter)