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The infected hunters aren't just causing trouble here; they're present at every passageway and entrance in the Lungmen slums.

A total of 270 citizens of Lungmen participated in the operation, including 169 men and 101 women.

They were well-trained and had a clear division of labor: some were responsible for searching, some for blocking roads, and some for carrying out the most violent acts—murder.

They call themselves "Lungmen New Generation," declaring their intention to transform Lungmen and give it a brighter future. They are willing to dirty their own hands to change Lungmen's current situation. They will never allow infected individuals to remain in Lungmen; these infected are the Reunion Movement's reserves, spies planted there long ago by the Reunion Movement!

In fact, most of these people had never been near the slum area before this operation.

Their past education and biological instincts kept them away from this place. They proudly regarded the slum area as a garbage dump and the people who had to work hard to make a living here as parasites who collected garbage, scavenged waste, and ate excrement.

This time was different. They came to the slums not just to hunt, but more to find someone... They had a special bounty target.

A female infected person, approximately fourteen years old, from Ursus, with short silver-white hair and a petite build, named Misha.

This person must be captured alive; whoever captures her alive will receive 100,000 Lungmen Dollars!

100,000 Lungmen Dollars is nothing to rich kids, but it's something these college students wouldn't even dare to dream of.

No, let alone 100,000 LMD, the fact that they could get 3,000 LMD for every infected person they killed was enough to make them ecstatic.

For the average family in Lungmen, a monthly salary is only around 5,000 Lungmen coins. Those with slightly better circumstances can only earn a maximum of 20,000 Lungmen coins a month. To earn more than that, one needs considerable connections and influence in Lungmen, or to obtain unexpected benefits in certain advantageous positions.

The idea of ​​infected hunting terrified the college students when they first heard about it, and they all vowed never to commit murder. The exceptions were the rich kids, who had already secretly done similar things and watched the others with amusement.

After receiving training and guidance, and with everyone being provided with weapons, armor, and printed maps, the young men's mindset underwent a subtle shift. The fear in these active-duty students vanished under the influence of blind justice and the lure of money, and they readily accepted the hunt.

A human life is certainly not worth three thousand Lungmen coins.

If it's just one infected person, then that's a different story.

the most important is……

No one will be punished for this.

The laws of Lungmen will be on their side.

Even if they are arrested by the Guard Bureau, they don't need to pay the bail themselves; someone will naturally bail them out.

Because it is right, it is just!

Because it is inevitable, it is necessary!

This is for a better future for Lungmen. This is a major cleanup for Lungmen, and they are the cleaners of this operation!

These filthy Oripathy infected individuals are like viruses, attempting to sabotage Lungmen's promising development.

Like parasites consuming Longmen's resources, their economic development has gradually become sluggish in recent years.

More and more unreasonable laws are being enacted by the Governor of Lungmen, attempting to allocate more resources to the Infected. But resources are finite; more in one area means less in another, which displeases ordinary people. Some even have corrupt minds proposing to renovate the slums and create suitable housing for the Infected. Building houses for insects? It seems even the bigwigs of Lungmen have had their brains gnawed by them. The future of Lungmen belongs to these college graduates about to enter society!

The future belongs to us!

"Have they found any infected individuals yet?"

The man in the lead wore glasses, was thin, hunched over, and had a cold, sinister look in his eyes.

"Yes, it's very strange... They just vanished into thin air, disappearing to who knows where."

Those who were asked were also confused. According to information they received from their employers, the infected people in the Lungmen slums had to get up at eight in the morning and work until ten at night in order to earn less than fifty Lungmen dollars a day.

During this period, infected people could be seen wandering around in almost every passageway of the slum.

But now... there isn't even a trace of an infected person.

Could it be that the employer's information is incorrect?

However, this map is so detailed that it even marks recently constructed buildings, including every passageway and the small paths connecting the rooftops of each building. The map also meticulously marks the locations where infected individuals are most likely to appear, such as certain small shops, grocery stores, and shops selling cheap black bread.

The leader, codenamed Old Dog Huang, was considering whether to spread out his men. They had been in the slums for almost half an hour and had only killed five infected. The money they had wasn't even enough to split, and they hadn't even had a chance to use the weapons in their backpacks.

Not only that, but the group of young masters also seemed impatient, and Old Huang thought to himself that he couldn't afford to offend them.

Ironically, these wealthy people didn't come here for the 3,000 LMD hunting activity at all; they were just tired of reading and wanted to kill an infected person to relieve their stress.

It really is... amazing.

It is precisely because of these wealthy students that the others dare to act recklessly.

Once something goes wrong, the parents of these wealthy children will do everything they can to reduce the severity of their children's crimes. Whether it's pulling strings or using money to influence the four major media outlets in Lungmen and firmly control public opinion, these are privileges reserved for rich kids. Ordinary people like them, even if they only get a little bit of good fortune, might be arrested by the Imperial Guard that afternoon, but two hours later they can walk out the front door without a care in the world, and even pat themselves on the back and fart to the Imperial Guard officers afterwards.

"Old Huang, Old Huang! Found him!"

A cunning man, less than 1.7 meters tall, walked over excitedly, his narrow eyes gleaming with longing and ecstasy for money.

"Don't rush, speak slowly." Old Huang adjusted his glasses and said unhurriedly, "They can't escape."

“Yes, we found four infected brats and one infected Cattercs. Most importantly…” The short man almost jumped up, waving his fist and revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, “those brats seem to be connected to our primary objective!”

"This is really..."

Old Huang's lips curled into a wide smile, a chilling glint emanating from beneath his glasses.

"God help me too!"

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Longmen Outer Ring Road, Southern Slum Area.

A group of about twenty "Dragon Gate Newcomers" surrounded a seemingly unremarkable room, their faces hidden behind black masks filled with ecstasy.

In the center of their encirclement, a purple-haired girl from Cats knelt on the ground. She was covered in dust, her right arm hanging limply at her shoulder, looking quite injured. Behind her were four children, the oldest boy being only six years old, who sat shivering on the ground, clutching a small brown teddy bear tightly in his hand.

These are amulets that Sister Misha made for them, to protect them and keep them safe.

But now...

"Rabbit, Sister Rabbit." The little boy forced back tears, his legs trembling, and even his teeth were chattering. "You have to run away! Sister Dragon isn't here, Sister Misha isn't here, and there's no one in the house... If you don't leave, they'll beat you to death!"

"Stop making such a racket! I got paid for my work, how could I possibly run away! Sister An Suo is known for her trustworthiness in the underworld. If I just leave like this, how am I supposed to make a living here in the future! Damn it, I haven't even tried to be a normal girl yet, how can I possibly give up here!"

An Suo endured the excruciating pain in his right arm, wondering if it was broken. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it.

She looked up at the dense crowd, each person wearing protective gear, shielding their vital parts. These people all carried sophisticated weapons, unlike the baseball bats, bricks, and shards of glass that street thugs might casually grab; it was as if someone had mass-produced them highly destructive blunt weapons.

Generally speaking, people who like blunt weapons are either reckless brutes who are confident in their own strength, or... those who enjoy the process of torturing their opponent, slowly torturing them without killing them with one blow, until they are completely worn out.

"This is troublesome, this is really troublesome."

An Suo tried to stand up, but the intense pain caused her to fall back down, her purple rabbit ears drooping down her cheeks.

Her right arm was injured when she was protecting the children by a thug who hit her with an iron bar. The thug swung the bar with the force of a skull crusher. The light and agile An Suo was knocked to the ground on the spot, and she was in so much pain that she almost cried. She couldn't even hold onto the hook.

That damned conman! He told me to come and collect the bounty from the last mission, but he just ran off! Leaving these kids here—no, these brats probably had nowhere else to go, so they instinctively came to Misha for help.

I've had enough! Where did these people come from, and why are they doing this?!

An Su gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and shakily took out his dagger.

"Look, she's picked up a knife!"

"Take a picture! Take a picture! The infected person is attacking with a knife! Take a picture!"

"I'm going live! Wait, damn it, the signal is so bad here, and it's being blocked."

"Let's record this for fun first, there'll be even more fun stuff to come."

The young people of "Dragon Gate Newcomers" laughed and joked, and the laughter of everyone overlapped, like an echo from hell.

Chapter 237 The Villain Accuses First

The wicked person files a lawsuit first.

That's roughly how it is.

Although An Suo wasn't exactly an honest person, this situation still left her speechless and made her want to laugh.

Even with the burning pain in her arm, she almost laughed out loud. She was thinking... what is going on in this world?

Why would such an absurd thing happen?

Why do perpetrators act like victims?

Why are these people able to take it for granted and shift the blame for their crimes onto others?

An Suo had initially thought that being abandoned by her parents while they cried was the most outrageous thing imaginable, something she could understand. She knew that for impoverished people who grew poorer with each child they had, abandoning a child was often a last resort. But now she discovered something even more absurd happening before her eyes. She didn't understand; she simply couldn't comprehend it!

What terrible things have the people living here done to deserve this treatment?!

Are we the ones who are sick, or are you the ones who have fallen ill?!

"Ha...hahaha...hahahaha!!"

An Su laughed, her laughter so joyful that it disrupted the merriment among the young people of "Dragon Gate Newcomers".

This greatly displeased the young masters of the "Dragon Gate Newcomers." To them, insects should kneel on the ground as humbly as insects, to be trampled into mincemeat. The act of secretly seeking the courage to stand up again was already a great disrespect to them, let alone emitting such an ear-piercing laugh, which was simply too offensive.

"Would you like to make a bet?"

An Suo smiled slightly, holding the knife in her left hand and performing a series of knife flourishes like a juggler.

"How many people will die at my hands?"

She exclaimed wildly, finding it hard to believe that such a small and delicate girl would say something like that.

Faced with her provocation, a wealthy and powerful man chuckled. He suddenly didn't want to kill this seemingly pretty girl from Carter's so easily. While he couldn't directly ride her, nobles, being nobles, naturally possessed unique skills in bullying others. Even if he couldn't directly have sex with infected women, he could still make them play to their hearts' content in a basement filled with torture instruments, witnessing their lovely faces bloom with their most beautiful expressions.

"Xiao Bao, you go. Remember, leave some alive for me, don't ruin them."

The young master smiled and said to his bodyguards, knowing full well the inherent danger of hunting humans. These thugs were hired to protect them. They didn't care how many Lungmen Dollars they could earn from hunting infected; their monthly allowance was equivalent to several years' income for an average family.

The burly, two-meter-tall Fungti man, resembling a giant, took heavy steps, making a loud noise.

Xiao Bao is not his real name; it is just a nickname given to him by these rich young men, given their particular quirks.

Their hunting dog, Da Bao, also received a similar affectionate nickname.

Unlike the privileged college students who wore only a few protective gear for convenience and safety, Xiao Bao's heavy armor alone weighed twenty kilograms. Even so, it was effortless for him; he could easily wield the entire suit of armor using only his muscle strength.

An Suo steadied herself, holding a folding knife in one hand, the iron-gray blade reflecting the will in her eyes.

"Listen up, kids. Once I charge up there, scatter and run! And whatever you do, don't look back, understand?"

An Suo spoke in a deep voice, and only the four children behind her could hear what she was saying.

"Sister Rabbit, what will you do then?"