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

In the world of speed, a difference of an order of magnitude can mean a world of difference.

Lin Yuan's hand gripped Ji Feng's throat.

In the real world, all of this happens in less than half a second.

Those in the corner only saw a blur – a gust of wind rushed towards Lin Yuan.

Then it suddenly stopped, and Lin Yuan's hand had somehow gotten around to shoving Ji Feng's neck.

No one could see what happened in between, and no one knew what Gale experienced in that "still world".

They only see the results.

Jifeng was lifted up by Lin Yuan with one hand, his feet off the ground.

His face turned purple, and he tried desperately to pry Lin Yuan's fingers apart, but his hand remained unmoved.

Lin Yuan looked at him, his eyes eerily calm.

"You're very fast," Lin Yuan said.

Gale's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"But before me—"

Lin Yuan's fingers began to tighten.

"Your speed is no different from being stationary."

Jifeng wanted to say something, but his throat was being choked, and he couldn't make a sound.

His hands were still desperately trying to pry Lin Yuan's fingers apart, but those five fingers were like five steel pillars, completely unmoved.

His vision began to darken. His consciousness began to fade.

Then, he heard a "click".

It wasn't the sound of bones cracking, it was the sound of a cervical vertebra breaking.

Gale's body stiffened abruptly, then went completely limp.

His head was still attached to his neck, tilted to one side at an impossible, disgusting angle.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils were already dilated.

Lin Yuan released his grip.

The body of Gale crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Inside the sealed room, Tiebi slumped against the wall.

His right hand was gone, and he was covered in blood.

He looked at Gale's corpse, at the head tilted at an impossible angle.

The expression on his face changed from pain to fear, and from fear to despair.

"You...you killed him..." His voice trembled. "You killed him..."

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at him.

"you're right."

He walked towards the iron wall, his steps slow and composed.

"I killed him."

He stopped in front of the iron wall and looked down at it.

"Now, it's your turn."

Iron Wall's pupils contracted sharply.

He wanted to stand up, wanted to run away, wanted to do anything to save his life.

But he couldn't move his body.

fear.

This primal, instinctive, deep-seated fear rendered him unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as Lin Yuan reached out and grabbed his left shoulder.

"You just said that the lives of ordinary people don't matter?"

Lin Yuan's voice was calm.

"Then I'll tell you now—"

He suddenly pulled his hand away.

"Even the fate of a hero doesn't count."

"Sizzle—"

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, splattering all over Lin Yuan.

Iron Wall's mouth was wide open, but no sound came out.

His body was convulsing violently, his eyes were wide open, and his consciousness was completely swallowed by the pain at this moment.

Then, Lin Yuan grabbed his right shoulder.

"No...don't..." Iron Wall finally made a sound, but it no longer sounded like a human voice.

Its voice was hoarse, broken, and filled with despair and pleading, "Please...don't...I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Lin Yuan looked at him.

There was no emotion in those scarlet eyes.

"Now you know you were wrong?"

He paused.

"It's too late."

Iron Wall's body rolled on the ground, and his blood pooled in a small puddle.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were trembling, and the light in his eyes was gradually fading.

He could no longer feel the pain.

It wasn't because he didn't feel pain, but because his consciousness had begun to blur, to dissipate, and to fall into an abyss from which he would never awaken.

But he could still hear it. He heard Lin Yuan's footsteps, walking towards him step by step.

He heard Lin Yuan's voice, calm, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

"You just said you think you're very important?"

Lin Yuan stood in front of him, looking down at him.

"You're saying S-class heroes aren't useless, but ordinary people are?"

He reached out and grabbed the iron wall's head.

Iron Wall's pupils suddenly contracted—this was his last shred of conscious awareness.

"Then I'll tell you now!"

Lin Yuan began to exert force with both hands.

"In my eyes, all of you."

What are S-class heroes, A-class heroes, Hero Association, Chairman, and Vice Chairman?

You are all worthless.

"Sizzle—"

Iron Wall's body was torn in two.

Blood gushed out like a burst dam, staining the entire floor of the secret chamber dark red.

In the corner, someone started vomiting. Someone collapsed to the ground, incontinent.

Someone covered their eyes, but their fingers were wide open because they couldn't stop themselves from looking.

Zhou Min did not vomit, did not collapse, and did not cover her eyes.

Her hands were trembling, but she gripped her phone tightly, the camera pointed at the blood-covered man in the center of the secret room.

She's filming.

She filmed every single second, every single scene, from beginning to end.

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the pool of blood.

His white shirt was soaked in blood, turning it dark red. His face was also splattered with blood, only his scarlet eyes shone brightly against the bloodstains.

The red cloak hung down behind him, motionless.

He looked down at the corpse on the ground.

The illusionist lay collapsed at the doorway, blood still flowing from his eyes, but he was no longer breathing.

His consciousness had completely collapsed in the backlash just now; his brain was dead, leaving only a still-breathing shell.

Three S-tier heroes.

They're all dead.

Lin Yuan raised his head and looked at the people trembling in the corner.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

His gaze swept over them, finally settling on Zhou Min.

Zhou Min's hands were trembling, but she didn't put down her laptop. The camera remained pointed at her, and the red indicator light kept flashing.

Lin Yuan looked at her for a few seconds.

Then he spoke.

"You took pictures of all of that?"

Zhou Min nodded, her lips trembling, but her voice was firm: "I've filmed them all."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"That's good."

He turned around and looked at the door that had been cut open. Outside the door was a deep, dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor was that stone wall. Behind the stone wall was the ground.

Above the ground was the brightly lit city.

And at the highest point of that city is the headquarters of the Hero Association.

Those who ordered the release of the monsters, the killing of civilians, and the cover-up of the truth are all there.

A slow smile curved the corners of Lin Yuan's lips.

"Your headquarters?"

He spoke softly, as if talking to the corpse on the ground, or as if talking to the person sitting in the office in the distance.

"It's okay."

He strode toward the door.

"I'll go find them soon."

He paused.

"They will be coming to join you soon."

A red cloak fluttered gently behind him, like a blood-stained flag.

He walked into the corridor and into the darkness.

Behind him lay a ground littered with blood, severed limbs, and corpses.