Qin An faced Wu Liang, who suddenly appeared before him, and felt a strong sense of oppression both psychologically and physically.

Especially Wu Liang's smile, which, although seemingly amiable, only revealed the life-threatening sensation behind it when one faced him directly.

As if saying a wrong word would instantly turn him into a corpse.

"Um... Comrade Shadow..."

"Shh! I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. Let me guess what you want to say."

Bearing the oppressive feeling that was nearing a life threat, Qin An swallowed.

Deep down, he kept convincing himself—this guy is with the officials, they're in front of the news live broadcast camera, he wouldn't dare to kill.

But when he finally mustered the courage to utter a few words, Wu Liang immediately interrupted.

Then, Wu Liang made a gesture of having his hands inserted into a building made of LEGO blocks and continued with a smile, "I am now a 'sitting duck,' a half-disabled person, so could you give some preferential treatment to a disabled person and let me speak first?"

After finishing, he took a step towards Qin An, reducing the distance between them to just about half a meter.

The strong smell of blood on Wu Liang was like an omnipresent toxin that invaded Qin An's nostrils, making him tremble all over and nod repeatedly.

"I know what you want to ask—why can I control Supernatural Fierce Ghosts? Why does the official allow my existence? Do these Fierce Ghosts pose a threat to people? Who can balance abilities like mine?" Wu Liang spoke confidently, squinting his eyes.

Every word he spoke struck hard at the thoughts of Qin An and everyone watching the live news broadcast.

They didn't expect the source of this incident, once called "Official Hero" and just now hailed as a "Supernatural Calamity", would dare to bring these issues to light directly.

However, when everyone was expecting how this guy would respond to these questions, Wu Liang suddenly showed a look of disdain.

Then, in a cold voice, he cursed, "I didn't realize our country still has so many historical illiterates! Are journalist credentials so easy to get now? What's the difference between brainless people and talking pigs?"

Qin An and the news broadcast audience: "Huh?"

At that moment, everyone's brains seemed to freeze for an instant.

They didn't expect anyone at such a critical moment, or rather standing in the whirlwind of official and public opinion battles, to start with a large-scale sarcastic attack.

What is this guy up to?

Does he really not care at all about the identity he holds?

What about the officials? Aren't they going to intervene with this outspoken guy?

......

In response to this situation, Director Long in the official headquarters building in Capital City smiled helplessly.

He had received the news at the first moment the situation in Shenhu City broke out, and this news broadcast had always been within his sight.

Watching what Wu Liang said in front of the camera, the Zodiac Pig beside him couldn't help but cover his face and sigh, "Oh no, this kid's cursing problem has flared up again. Can our official PR handle the trouble he caused this time?"

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Director Long's face, as this was currently the highest authority.

Director Long, though smiling helplessly, confidently said, "We don't need our PR for the aftermath; he can handle this 'news accident' himself."

"Oh? The reason for your confidence is..."

"Haha, go check Wu Liang's background; he studied journalism."

......

Back on the beach, facing Qin An's brain-freeze expression, Wu Liang continued, "Why are you all so worried? Is it because you feel this power shouldn't belong to a human?"

Qin An said nothing, but deep down, he couldn't help but agree with the notion.

Indeed, the Supernatural Fierce Ghosts have changed the entire world, and now held in the hands of one person, it's naturally frightening.

"Haha, what is power that humans shouldn't have?" Wu Liang said, suddenly pulling a hand from the Tower Ghost.

At this moment, besides being covered in heart blood, those bizarre Blood and Flesh Sacred Beetle tentacles were completely invisible.

He casually waved on the ground, and a large amount of mist gathered to form a city-like model.

"Should power capable of destroying a city instantly belong to humans? Was there no such power before the Supernatural Calamity? Has a nuclear weapon become a historical nihilism-fabricated lie to deceive the public in your eyes?"

Having said that, mist gathered above the city model forming a missile-like shape.

Accompanied by the missile model falling into the city, both instantly turned into ground-covering mist, dissipating completely.

Even in the city model, small figures formed by the mist screamed vanishing under this mushroom cloud.

This scene gave Qin An a scalp-tingling sensation.

After all, seeing something from video footage is never quite the same as watching it unfold right before your eyes.

Under Wu Liang's precise control, the misty city and misty figures were as vivid as they were real, including the nuclear missile model that fell, causing the mushroom cloud.

"To take a step back, even if you can't access nuclear weapons, when you're exhausted like an idiot at work while your boss sits in a luxury home taking video calls and aspersions over an imaginary grand picture, the influence he exercises is within your reach?"

"Is there anyone who pays rent, utilities, and life expenses and manages to save only one or two thousand, even a few hundred bucks a month, and still feels they can cross class lines into the elite at any moment?"

"See, forget about the Awakened with extraordinary powers, even your boss at work wields a power qualitatively unreachable for you!"

"Know your place, the powers beyond your grasp in this world are countless!"

After rattling off a heap of statements, leaving Qin An and most of those watching the news broadcast in a state of shock, Wu Liang took a deep breath.

He withdrew his other hand from the Tower Ghost.

The threat of the Blood and Flesh Sacred Beetle was completely resolved.

He pointed to the just concluded Fierce Ghost Battlefield at the side and continued grinning cheekily, "You find it disconcerting to watch Fierce Ghosts battling each other, but if it were Official Awakened purging Fierce Ghosts, ending up all wounded and many dying on the spot, would you be pleased?"

"Or are you actually a bunch of bastards who have to see your kind battered and sacrificing lives for the peace society you enjoy to feel justified?"

"Please, don't you think it's you with such thoughts who are the real frightening monsters?"

"Now, I need you to answer me—"

"Those of you enjoying the peace, lying on sofas or sitting in a tea shop right now, are you afraid of power, or simply jealous that the power doesn't belong to you?"

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