From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Ned, holding an iron whip, strode up to Zhang Zhiwei.

Snapped!

The first lash struck Zhang Zhiwei's left arm, but instead sent Ned staggering three steps backward, his hand splitting open and blood trickling out.

And what about Zhang Zhiwei?

His left shoulder was completely unharmed!

"Put some effort into it."

Zhang Zhiwei moved his shoulders, and as he circulated his Qi, even without being covered in golden light, his skin and flesh were as strong as drums and bells, terrifyingly powerful. "With your strength, you're not even good enough to tickle me, let alone hurt me!"

"what!"

Humiliated, Ned's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Like a madman, he kept swinging the iron bar in his hand, hitting Zhang Zhiwei again and again.

But Zhang Zhiwei's body was like a solid piece of steel; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't leave a single scratch on his skin.

"hateful!"

Ned let out a low growl, mustered all his strength, and aimed at Zhang Zhiwei's temple, swinging his iron whip in a sweeping motion.

But the iron whip was still deflected, and the force of the recoil nearly dislocated Ned's right wrist!

My wrist is trembling!

His palm was covered in blood!

Ned's right hand could no longer grip the iron whip; it slipped from his palm with a thud, leaving everyone present stunned.

What did they see?

The assailant was injured, while the victim looked quite pleased with himself.

"Come on! Keep going! You're done after only twenty lashes? Are you even a man? Or were you being pinned down by a woman during the breeding mission in the Dawn Hall?"

Zhang Zhiwei stared at Ned's right palm, which was covered in a blur of skin, and smiled coldly, saying sarcastically, "Tsk tsk, how pitiful~ how pitiful!"

Ned was already feeling a bit scared, but he still reached out his left hand, grabbed the blood-stained iron whip, and continued to strike Zhang Zhiwei. As he struck, he chanted the doctrines of the Light and Shadow Society: "Light gives birth to all beings, and all beings follow the shadow. Light cleanses my soul, and the shadow shelters my body. Use the Way to control desires, enjoy pleasure without being lewd, and rather suffer physical damage than abandon the light and shadow."

"I am an enforcer of the Light and Shadow Society!"

Anyone who dares to break the rules must be punished! Without mercy!

"what--"

Despite the pain in his left hand, Ned continued to increase the pressure on it.

One lash, two lashes, three lashes...

Ten lashes, twenty lashes, thirty lashes...

Fifty lashes, sixty lashes, seventy lashes...

Ned stopped whipping his wrist when he lashed it a hundredth time with his left hand, his wrist snapping with a "crack" as it dislocated. He was so exhausted that he collapsed to his knees on the floor, panting heavily.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored the panting Ned, slowly straightened his clothes, stretched his limbs, and when he saw Vatican order two people to carry Ned, he condensed two golden light spots at his fingertips.

The two men immediately stopped in their tracks, daring not to make any further moves.

"Haven't you had enough of being beaten yet?"

Fandi roared, but unconsciously took a step back, because she had experienced Zhang Zhiwei's golden light attack before. Although it did not harm her, the feeling was still unpleasant.

"I haven't had enough? Even though you're wearing a mask, I'm sure you've been staring at my chest the whole time... You just haven't had enough, have you?"

Zhang Zhiwei, like a lecherous rogue, responded in an almost flirtatious tone. Before the other party could reply, he immediately became serious and said, "Speaking of which, I should be punished with fifty lashes, but Ned gave me twenty lashes with his right hand and one hundred lashes with his left hand, a total of one hundred and twenty lashes—"

In that instant.

Both Vatican and Ned, the person involved, felt a jolt of fear.

"I can't just take those extra seventy lashes for nothing, can I?" Zhang Zhiwei revealed his true intentions. "Or is it that the Lighthouse's rules state that if I get extra lashes, it's just bad luck?"

After a moment of silence, Vatican spoke up for Ned, saying, "One extra lash, one hundred contribution points; seventy lashes... Ned, pay the Dustman Commander seven thousand contribution points."

"Seven thousand contribution points!"

"I've never seen so many contribution points in my entire life!"

"One more lash and you get a hundred?"

"This is much more profitable than tightening screws!"

"Come on, you don't have the ability of that guy down there. Taking a beating would definitely cost you more than a hundred contribution points to recover!"

"Tell me, is that even human?"

"If they weren't human, would the city lord have recruited them?"

"..."

The common people were talking about it.

Vatican City was too busy to manage them at the moment, and with Zhang Zhiwei present, they dared not interfere further.

However, Ned was reluctant to pay the price of 7,000 contribution points. He turned to look at Vatican, and seeing that she was no longer speaking, he could only bite the bullet and say to Zhang Zhiwei, "Commander of the Dust People, I can't come up with 7,000 contribution points right now... Why don't you just hit me with a stick and vent your anger?"

Ned had already witnessed Zhang Zhiwei's strength, but he was certain that Zhang Zhiwei would never kill him!

Compared to paying out 7,000 contribution points, it's clearly more worthwhile to suffer for a while!

Even if he breaks your arm with a single whip and you have to replace it with a mechanical prosthetic... because he's a member of the Light and Shadow Society, he gets a discount, so the required contribution points are less than 7,000! Only 4,000 contribution points!

of course.

The premise is that Zhang Zhiwei can accept it; otherwise, he will still have to pay 7,000 contribution points.

How could Zhang Zhiwei not accept it?

But after picking up the iron whip, he asked Vatican, "He told me himself that I should whip him once in exchange for 7,000 contribution points... I wonder if the Light and Shadow Council will acknowledge this private deal?"

"Light and shadow will not care."

Vatican's words were cold and indifferent.

"Well."

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhang Zhiwei moved his hand, the iron whip moving with lightning speed, striking Ned's left shoulder in one blow.

With a loud "crack," the intense pain exceeded his brain's threshold, causing him to faint instantly. His body blurred into a blur as his right shoulder slammed into the steel wall, producing another "crack."

My shoulders are completely ruined!

As he slid off the wall, he became dizzy and unable to stand. His right ankle twisted, and another "crack" sound was heard.

It was this sound that jolted Ned back to reality, causing him to let out a groan of pain...

# Chapter 1145 One was tough, one was ruthless, and the other... had incredible luck!

Looking at Ned's miserable state—

Comminuted fractures of both arms!

Right ankle fracture!

The people were terrified.

The Dust People were also somewhat afraid of Zhang Zhiwei, their new commander, but for some reason, seeing Ned's miserable state of constant wailing, they felt a strange sense of pleasure!

"you!"

“You said the Light and Shadow Society wouldn’t care, and my ‘deal’ with him was completed under the joint witness of many commoners and superiors.”

Seeing Vatican grit his teeth, Zhang Zhiwei casually tossed the iron whip aside, his words indifferent, "It was a matter of mutual consent, and it doesn't violate the rules of the Lighthouse. Are you, the enforcer, going to make trouble for no reason?"

"Humph!"

Vatican had nothing more to say. He ordered the members of the Light and Shadow Society to carry Ned to the infirmary, but he himself did not leave, wanting to see what tricks Zhang Zhiwei was up to.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored Vatican and addressed the crowd, saying, "To celebrate my appointment as Commander of the Dust People, I'm making a rule: today, which is the tenth of every month, everyone will have a day off..."

No one cheered; in fact, many of the dust-loving people sighed and lamented.

"...But it's paid leave!"

Zhang Zhiwei had anticipated this, and added, "In other words, whatever work you choose today, even if you don't do any work, you can still get the corresponding contribution points."

If the managers in charge of resource distribution don't give it to me, just let me know, and I'll personally go and have a chat with them to see if they're still in good health!

of course.

This is under normal circumstances. However, if other unexpected events occur, such as an attack by the Devouring Beasts or a serious malfunction of the lighthouse equipment, work still needs to be done that day.

"Long live Commander Dust People!"

In an instant.

The mortals erupted in cheers!

"Is it right to reap without sowing?" Vatican couldn't stand it any longer and shouted into the loudspeaker.

But how could that one shout compare to the cheers of tens of thousands of people?

It was swallowed up in an instant.

For a moment, the lower half of Vatican's face almost contorted in pain as he glared at Zhang Zhiwei and said fiercely, "I will tell the city lord the truth about this!"

"Please go ahead."

Amidst the cacophony, Zhang Zhiwei precisely caught Fanti's voice, responded with a smile, and then projected his voice into her ears, saying, "I believe that the wise and mighty city lord will also agree with my management style."

"Just you wait and see!"

Vatican was both shocked and furious. He dared not look directly at Zhang Zhiwei again and hurriedly turned to find Charles.

Upon learning of the situation, the latter said, "Let him be."

"Lord City Lord, this!"

Vatican was astonished, never expecting that Charles would actually agree.

“Managing tens of thousands of people is no easy task, and it was entirely within my expectations that I would fight for some insignificant benefits for those commoners.”