My sister died tragically, and now I'm a citizen of my motherland, why are you crying?

Han Dong knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

He just talked for more than ten minutes straight, revealing every secret he could think of.

The air in the sealed room grew increasingly heavy. Zhou Min slumped in a corner, her face deathly pale.

She always felt that she was just helping people with some technical work, nothing serious.

But now she realizes that the surveillance cameras she helped Han Dong hack were behind so many lives.

In the live stream, the chat had gone from frenzied to silent.

It's not because I've run out of things to say, but because I don't know what to say.

Is what he said true? The Hero Association...raises monsters to kill civilians?

I don't believe it. This is impossible.

But the details he described were so realistic; it didn't seem fabricated.

Stop talking, my stomach is churning.

Wait, if this is true, then Homelander killing Thunder Cop wasn't revenge, but... law enforcement?

[Enforcement? What qualifications does he have to enforce the law?]

[Even the Hero Association isn't qualified, so he is?]

At least he dared to tell the truth.

[The truth? Based solely on the words of a black market dealer?]

The comments section was filled with heated arguments, but more and more people began to fall silent.

Because what Han Dong said matched exactly what they had seen and felt over the years.

Han Dong finally finished speaking.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

"I...I've said everything..." His voice was so weak it sounded like a mosquito's buzz.

"My lord... have mercy... I'm just a businessman... I just..."

His gaze fell on the black briefcase on the table.

"My lord... what you just said, I only need one dose of medicine now..."

Han Dong's voice carried a hint of humble flattery.

Based on the formula ratio, the average person's body can only tolerate three doses.

If he takes too many shots, his body will break down. He's only taking one shot now, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Yuan cautiously.

Lin Yuan looked down at him without saying a word.

Seeing that he had given his consent, Han Dong trembled as he reached out and took the last vial of medicine from the box.

He gritted his teeth, pulled off the protective cap, and plunged the needle deep into his arm.

The pale blue liquid was slowly pushed in.

Han Dong's body froze instantly.

The violent energy surged through his body, as if countless knives were simultaneously cutting into his internal organs.

He was curled up on the ground, his veins bulging, his face turning purple, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound.

Everyone in the secret room was staring at him.

Time passed second by second.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Han Dong's body twitched suddenly, then slowly relaxed.

He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, like a fish thrown ashore.

He didn't die.

He pulled through.

"Thank... thank you for sparing my life, sir..."

Han Dong's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, but a hint of wild joy at surviving a disaster flashed in his eyes.

He survived.

He won his bet.

He struggled to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him at all.

He could only lie on the ground, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent, secret room.

Lin Yuan looked down at him.

Then, a fierce red light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The red light came without warning, like two flames suddenly igniting in the darkness.

Han Dong's smile froze on his face.

"Oh?"

Lin Yuan tilted his head, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Sorry, my super brain tells me you just breathed through your left nostril."

Han Dong's eyes widened suddenly.

"I hate people who breathe through their left nostril the most."

Before he could finish speaking...

Two scorching laser beams shot out from Lin Yuan's eyes and instantly struck Han Dong's body.

Han Dong's body was instantly pierced by the intense heat.

After a brief silence, the live stream chat exploded:

[What?! Is that all?! Breathing through the nose is considered a crime?!]

[So domineering! So incredibly domineering! I love it!]

[The Homelanders are so carefree! But well done! This kind of scum should have died long ago!]

[Hahaha, that's hilarious! The reason is just too outrageous!]

Are you guys serious?

He killed someone who had just confessed to all his crimes, just because that person breathed through their nose?

So what? How many banned drugs did Han Dong sell, and how many people did he kill?

This kind of person deserves to die a hundred times over!

I'm not saying he shouldn't have died, I'm saying this reason is too ridiculous!

[Playing games? You think Homelander is trying to reason with you?]

The barrage of comments was scrolling wildly, and the number of online viewers had already exceeded 100,000, and was still growing at a visible rate.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze, turned around, and faced every corner of the secret room.

His gaze swept over Zhou Min, over the strange people in the iron cage, and over the door that had been cut open.

Then he spoke.

"You all heard what Han Dong said."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the live stream could hear it clearly.

"The Hero Association raises monsters, releases monsters, and kills monsters."

The civilians died; it was an "accident".

The hero wins; that is 'glory'.

He paused.

"These are your heroes."

In the live stream, the chat paused briefly.

Then, it came flooding in:

I don't believe it... I don't believe this is true...

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie.

[The heroes I admired since childhood were all frauds?]

Not all heroes are frauds! Han Dong's statement may only represent a portion of them!

[Partial? One is enough.]

[Enough! Stop arguing! Let's hear what he has to say next!]

Lin Yuan did not continue talking about the Hero Association.

His gaze fell on the iron cages in the corner.

Inside the iron cage, those strange creatures huddled in the deepest part, their eyes flashing with fear and despair.

Some were trembling, some were whimpering softly, and some were covering their heads with their claws.

They are listening too.

Lin Yuan looked at them and remained silent for a few seconds.

In the live stream, someone noticed his gaze:

He was looking at those strange people...

What does he want to do? Kill them?

Those monsters were victims too, weren't they? They were captured by the Hero Association and used as props.

[Victim? Have you forgotten when the monster killed people?]

[It's wrong for strange people to kill, but they weren't captured and used as props willingly, were they?]

So what? They're weirdos, born to die.

Are we born to die? Who decided that?

In the live chat, the debate about the weirdo began to escalate.

Some people began to sympathize with these imprisoned monsters, feeling that they were also victims of the Hero Association's conspiracy.

Many others insist that weirdos are weirdos, and their very existence is a threat, regardless of the reason.

The two sides were arguing fiercely in the live chat.

Lin Yuan stared at those strange people for a long time.

Then he spoke.

"Are they pitiful?"