After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but nod.

"That's right, but what you've done..."

Zhou Yan pointed to the trembling, beautiful girl behind him. Xu Yao would send his men to capture his beautiful wife every now and then.

Luomen City has a population of two million. Even after the pandemic and unrest, the population is still around 1.5 million. If the federal government's army hadn't come, Xu Yao wouldn't have been able to change wives every day.

Xu Yao said nonchalantly.

“Mr. Zhou, I’m a good person. I saw these children wandering around, unable to even guarantee their food and drink, so I wanted them to come and enjoy a better life with me.”

Zhou Yan nodded even faster.

"So all the women in this building were brought here to enjoy a life of luxury because you felt sorry for them?"

Xu Yao countered with a question.

“Am I wrong? These people are out there in the wind and rain, surrounded by starving disaster victims. Whether it’s me or my brothers, we bring them here, give them food and water, and all they have to give us in return is a small, insignificant amount.”

Zhou Yan asked again.

"Your men seem to have killed many people, some of them were even tortured."

Xu Yao explained.

“In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. If my men don’t work hard to show others how to abuse people, others will think we are easy to bully. We are doing this to protect ourselves, not to harm others.”

Zhou Yan laughed.

"So you can kill, torture, rob, imprison, and bully others without any problem?"

Xu Yao's words reminded Zhou Yan of a joke: "I smoke, I do drugs, I have promiscuous sex, I have abortions, but I know I'm a good girl."

Xu Yao opened his eyes wide and said.

"Otherwise what? Mr. Zhou, at this point, let's not worry about those useless human rights."

Xu Yao glanced at the beautiful girl behind Zhou Yan and thought that if Zhou Yan didn't like his reputation, he might as well kill all these wives.

Then, grab a few more henchmen you don't like, cut out their tongues, and throw them in front of Zhou Yan as scapegoats, claiming that these two henchmen are the culprits behind the abuse, murder, and other crimes.

He would clean up his identity, accompany Zhou Yan to join the federal government, and wait for Zhou Yan to reclaim the entire East Yang State. Perhaps he could also use his status as Zhou Yan's lackey to get a state legislator or a city councilor in a major city.

Even if someone like Song Jiang spent his whole life as a bandit, wasn't his ultimate goal to be granted amnesty and become an official?

No matter how many positive descriptions are given to the Liangshan heroes in "Water Margin", aren't they just a group of bandits who have killed countless people in the end?

Don't say that Song Jiang had no backbone. Anyone would know how to choose between being a bandit and being an official.

Therefore, Xu Yao believed that he was not ashamed to serve as Zhou Yan's subordinate; at most, he could not issue orders in his own group as he did now.

With this in mind, Xu Yao had already planned out the future. When Dongyang Prefecture was re-established, he would serve as a city councilor from the day he joined until his retirement. When his grandchildren came home from school, he would tell them stories of the past while portraying himself as a hero.

Your descendants will all admire a grandfather like you.

"You have a good idea."

Zhou Yan's sudden words brought Xu Yao to an abrupt halt to his fantasies about the future.

Zhou Yan slowly raised his chin.

“You are indeed very valuable. You know the intelligence about this city and the situation of the surrounding organizations. Your resources and your connections will be very useful when governing Luomen City in the future.”

Putting everything else aside, if it were the Su family, Zhou Yan reckoned that given Xu Yao's current upright stance, they definitely wouldn't mind taking in this dog.

Xu Yao beamed with joy.

"Even a fine horse needs a discerning eye to find it, Mr. Zhou, you can..."

Zhou Yan interrupted.

“Da Ga, Koukouwa Road”.

Xu Yao tilted his head in confusion, and the next second, he felt a pain in his stomach.

Zhou Yan's sword, wreathed in purple lightning, pierced his lower abdomen.

Zhou Yan drew his sword and said calmly.

"You will die in half an hour. During this time, your body will be slowly roasted by my Purple Heaven Divine Lightning. Feel the despair of death."

After cutting off Xu Yao's hands and feet, ensuring that the guy could only wait to die, Zhou Yan walked out of Xu Yao's bedroom.

Two fully armed Xu Yao men outside the bedroom were stunned when they saw Zhou Yan come out of Xu Yao's bedroom. Then, their heads fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The guards on the side sensed something was wrong and all turned around, only to see the heads of these guards who had aided and abetted the evildoer fall one after another.

Zhou Yan, gripping the Shengwu Sword, descended the stairs expressionlessly and entered a large storage room. This storage room was formed by combining three rooms, totaling one hundred square meters in area. It was usually used to store various cleaning supplies and miscellaneous items, but now all of these items had been cleared out.

The storage room contained rows of dog cages, and inside each cage was a young girl with a physical disability.

Zhou Yan slowly turned his head. In the center of the storage room, a man was holding a saw and gesturing at a girl tied to a bed covered in blood and grime.

Perhaps hearing the door open, the man with the saw turned around in confusion, his gaze quickly meeting Zhou Yan's, who smiled faintly.

Does it make you feel good to abuse others?

The man grinned.

"The feeling of taking control of my life is just amazing."

Men are born with erectile dysfunction, and now they have no shortage of women. Under their twisted psychology, they have begun to enjoy abusing and cruelly mistreating the opposite sex to obtain psychological comfort.

Zhou Yan shredded the man into a human pig, then pierced his stomach. This caused stomach acid to flow into his abdominal cavity, resulting in intense pain. After about twenty minutes, he killed the man.

After killing the man, Zhou Yan went down the building and killed all of Xu Yao's men along the way. After that, Zhou Yan dialed the number of his own National Guard.

Half an hour later, more than ten military pickup trucks arrived at the building where Xu Yao was located. A large number of soldiers got out of the pickup trucks and rescued the men and women that Xu Yao had imprisoned from the building. Many of these people were disabled. They were to be taken to the military base of the municipal government for rescue by Su Xiaowan and Nine-Colored Deer.

During the troop transport, Zhou Yan, who was watching from the sidelines, called out to Lin Fangcheng, who was standing at the door.

"Colonel Lin, come here for a moment."

Lin Fangcheng walked over, carrying a submachine gun.

"General, is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"When you go back, tell Wei Youde that I'm going to rescue the others now, and more people will appear later."

Lin Fangcheng's voice became much softer.

"Don't have too many people, we can't eat."

Zhou Yan currently has less than 500 people under his command. If tens or hundreds of thousands of people were to arrive, how to manage them would be a major problem.

Zhou Yan chuckled softly.

"The leaders of the gangs I'm going to wipe out each have at least 500 million in assets. I'll give you one-third of that."

Lin Fangcheng immediately straightened his chest and said.

"We're not afraid of any more people, we can just work in shifts!"

Most of the conflicts surrounding the 996 work schedule stem from insufficient pay. If there were enough money, workers would be eager to take the job.

Zhou Yan patted Lin Fangcheng on the shoulder with satisfaction, then stepped into the void and left.

The information Xu Yao could provide was actually quite useful. If it were the Su family, or other awakened individuals who came to quell the riots, they might let Xu Yao off the hook because of his connections and the information he provided.

But Zhou Yan didn't use it.

They're just a bunch of scum who're at best Demon-level Awakeners. Zhou Yan could figure them out pretty much just by walking around the city once.

So all the bad guys should just die!

Chapter Three: Electrocution

In a street.

The military off-road vehicle with its horn blaring had only gone halfway when an elderly man with gray hair ran out.

"Wait, help me, save me."

The old man shouted.

The National Guard officers driving the vehicle braked and brought it to a stop. Unlike usual, the officers inside the vehicle did not get out to ask the elderly man how he was feeling or if he needed assistance. Instead, they each picked up their weapons.

The driver opened the car window a tiny crack and then shouted into the crack.

"Name, identity."

The old man who ran out of the street said bitterly.

“My name is Luo Qiang, I’m a local from Luomen City, I…”

"Oh!"

A medium-caliber sniper bullet was suddenly embedded in the three-centimeter-thick bulletproof windshield of a military off-road vehicle.

The driver's pupils contracted; if the bulletproof glass hadn't been so thick and hard, he would have been dead from that shot.

When the army of the Eastern Xia Federation goes to disaster relief, it is fully armed and sometimes even goes in tanks, for this very reason.

However, this time, since we didn't have heavy weapons like tanks for disaster relief, we could only drive these heavy, bulletproof off-road vehicles around.

The old man who had just stopped the car saw that the driver was not dead and immediately ran to a nearby alley.

The driver sped up and drove through the street. Just as they reached the next street, several more people ran over from some corners and shouted at the military vehicle.

"Help, help!"

The National Guard member in the passenger seat responded by opening the window halfway and firing a burst of bullets at the feet of the approaching people. Only after the people stopped in fright did the passenger shout.

"Don't come any closer. Go to the city government building. Someone there will take you there."

In past disaster relief efforts, these soldiers have encountered situations where people disguised themselves as disaster victims, approached them, and then annihilated the rescue team by firing a burst of bullets at the nearest soldier.

Therefore, this time the off-road vehicle did not take anyone back to the city government; it only announced that the federal government had provided relief, and everyone could go to the city government to receive relief.

The SUV drove around the city, and by the time it returned to the city hall, it was already 1 p.m.

At this time, a defensive fortification surrounded by bulletproof off-road vehicles had been built in front of the government building. Dozens of soldiers patrolled and guarded the various entrances and exits of the off-road vehicles. From time to time, various disaster victims came out from all directions and were checked and searched outside the fortification. After confirming that there were no problems, they were put into the municipal government building, registered, and then went to the square in front of the municipal government building to receive relief food and drinking water.

Everyone, including the newly returned National Guard, was stunned when they arrived at the square in front of the city hall. They saw a food storage area made up of various wooden crates that were two meters high and fifteen meters long and wide.

More than a dozen fully armed soldiers stood in front of the storage area. Every time a disaster victim came, the soldiers would unload these food boxes and take out various breads, canned goods and drinking water for the victims.

Half a kilometer away from the municipal government building, on the fifth floor of a hotel.

A bald man pulled back the curtains of the hotel suite's floor-to-ceiling window, opened a crack, and looked towards the city hall using binoculars.

A few seconds later, the bald man took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Boss, it seems like the federal government has really sent people. I saw a lot of bread and soldiers at the city hall."

"Should we find a chance to blow this place up and take all this stuff back?"

The bald, burly man was envious of the food piled up in front of the city government building.

A hand reached out from behind the bald man's head and grabbed his phone. The bald man turned around in confusion and saw a young man with baby hair still on his face standing behind him.

"you……"

The bald man had barely uttered a word when the young man reached out, grabbed the bald, burly man's head, and twisted it off.

Tossing aside the head of the bald, muscular man with a twisted neck, the young man, Zhou Yan, added a keyword to his profile: "simulated voice."

Recalling the bald man's voice, Zhou Yan dialed the phone. A moment later, a somewhat irritable voice came from the phone's speaker.

"Why did you suddenly hang up the phone?"

Zhou Yan spoke in the voice of a bald, burly man.

"The signal isn't very good. By the way, boss, what about the city government?"

"Of course, we'll give these bastards the most beautiful fireworks display!"

Around the boss, there were various indistinct sounds of "fireworks".

Zhou Yan sighed and hung up the phone.

……

In the city center, on the fifth floor of a building, in an office.