Cengxi City!

"Good boy... Golden bone elephant, fierce step, quality knife technique! It's already so formidable even without being sealed, what will the future hold?

"This year's college entrance examination, my Cengxi City finally produced a promising talent."

In the admiral's office, Li Xingpei looked at the report from the Education Bureau, her face full of excitement.

"Give Su Yue a bonus."

Li Xingpei arranged with the secretary.

"Admiral, the South City New District shopping center will open in two months, the person in charge has invited you to cut the ribbon."

The secretary said while holding a document.

"Hmm, the completion of this shopping center can make life convenient for the people of Cengxi City, it's a good thing, you arrange the time."

Li Xingpei nodded.

Given Cengxi City's economic scale, it wasn't easy to attract investment originally, but half a year ago, a company was willing to invest, so the South City New District shopping center was built.

...

Shopping Center, President's Office.

"Brother Baimei, you died so miserably, Li Xingpei, I will make sure you die a terrible death, a terrible death!"

The room was littered with bottles of white wine, Fen Jiao exposed her Yangxiang Race appearance.

Behind her were several human first-class Martial Artists.

They were all spies from the Yangxiang Sect, also a fairly wealthy investment company.

"Lord Fen Jiao, the shopping center will open on time, and we will also hold a six-month discount shopping season. I am confident this place will quickly become the entertainment center of Cengyan City."

A person in charge gave a sinister smile.

"Offer endless discounts, attract people at all costs!

"Li Xingpei, you killed my Brother Baimei, I cannot coexist with you!

"I want to make you, wish you were dead."

Fen Jiao's pupils were crimson red, gritting her teeth, coupled with her whole body's green fur, like a monster.

"Yes!"

Several spies quickly bowed their heads.

...

Yu Liang City!

The next day, Su Yue limped to the bank early in the morning.

No one was queuing for the bank safety deposit box service.

112233, Su Yue entered the password, and indeed received a safe deposit box key.

He then donned a pig-nose-like gas mask, looking quite mysterious.

Truly afraid.

If he died at the hands of a dead person, Su Yue would not be at peace even as a ghost.

The comings and goings of the staff were curious.

They had seen mysterious people wearing various masks, but never a gas mask, it was an eye-opener.

Su Yue ignored these common people and directly opened Bai Zhao's safe.

There was no expected poison gas.

And his imagination was obviously too wild, as the safe wasn't sealed, and couldn't store poison gas.

An anonymous bank card, the kind of card usually used for gifting friends and family, similar to a check, as long as you know the password, anyone can withdraw from it.

Also, a palm-sized paper notebook.

Su Yue, wearing gloves, carefully took the notebook and the card.

...

"To the person who killed me, thank you.

"I am a war syndrome patient, also a mental classification disorder patient.

"'He' has killed many people in various cities, committed countless crimes. I reached an agreement with 'him' through negotiation.

"My personality wakes up one hour each day, the rest of the time belongs to him. But he can only kill legally in the fighting arena.

"The one writing the diary now is not the Bai Zhao you killed, it's another personality!"

Opening the notebook, Su Yue was shocked.

It turns out this Bai Zhao was actually a split personality, he had two personalities.

The Bai Zhao outside who killed without blinking was the tyrannical personality.

Seemingly related to war syndrome.

Su Yue had heard of this disease before, a kind of mental illness, leads to irritability, anxiety, hypervigilance among other states, severe cases akin to madness.

Unexpectedly, in Bai Zhao's case, this disease completely formed a brutal personality.

Simply terrifying.

Su Yue recalled, it seemed at the last moment of killing Bai Zhao, the bloodthirst in his eyes seemed to diminish slightly.

Could it be, the one forcing him to kill in the end, was the other normal personality?

"'After killing in the arena, 'he' gets some bonuses, besides necessary expenses, I've saved all of them in the card.

"If you need it yourself, use it, consider it the reward for killing 'him'.

"However, I still hope you can use this money to compensate the family of the deceased. Though money's effect is insignificant, it can at least help those victimized families through some tough times.

"Though troublesome, this is also my last plea, no matter how much you spend yourself, I pray you can redeem a bit of my sins with it.

"Thank you!"

Su Yue held onto the bank card, breathing a bit heavy.

"No matter how much money is in this card, I won't touch a penny. I will find a way to give it all to the deceased's families, rest assured!"

Su Yue sighed.

This Bai Zhao was not utterly evil, at least his normal personality still had a conscience.

Regardless of wealth or poverty, Su Yue wouldn't touch the money in the card, it's a matter of conscience.

"In my youth, I accidentally obtained a martial technique [Tongue Sword], although I'm dead, this technique shouldn't be buried.

"At the end of the notebook, there are detailed methods for cultivating the Tongue Sword!

"Even in death, finally relief, thank you for killing me, ending this sinful life."

The notebook didn't have much superfluous words.

Su Yue closed the notebook, fell silent for a long time.

He pondered.

How terrifying must the Wet Realm Battlefield be to force a person into split personality.

Bai Zhao was definitely not the first war syndrome patient, nor the last, what about the lives of other retired martial artists?

It all stems from the damned war.

"Rest assured, I will personally distribute this money to the victims' families, you may rest in peace."

Su Yue stood up.

He went to the counter to check the balance: 10.12 million.

A considerable amount, but Su Yue's heart was only heavy.

Behind this amount, how many souls are lost, how many families broken?

Compared to life, what's 10 million more or less.

Bai Zhao's body hadn't been cremated yet.

Su Yue called in Sun Zhiwei, the latter used his network, together they went to the mortuary, Su Yue once again took a look at Bai Zhao's body.

Though already frozen, Su Yue truly saw a hint of a smile on Bai Zhao's face.

There was relief, understanding, and a sense of comfort.

Su Yue could confirm, the personality at the end must have been Bai Zhao's normal personality.

"Instructor, please trouble you to investigate the victim's family with this card's money, then distribute to them."

Su Yue had told Sun Zhiwei about Bai Zhao's case, Sun Zhiwei could only sigh.

"Okay, I understand, I will use all connections, try to investigate thoroughly."

Sun Zhiwei nodded, looking solemn.

The money is substantial.

But he respected Su Yue's decision, dead money shouldn't be taken, otherwise, the conscience would be uneasy.

Moreover, many families indeed suffered deeply because of Bai Zhao.

For many, this money could be life-saving.

"Rest in peace, Bai Zhao, I will remember you."

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