Under the intimidation of the old King, the brief riot was successfully halted by him.

The crowd causing trouble, though extremely furious and unwilling to leave, dared not act rashly and could only stand still, glaring at the old King with fury in their eyes.

If looks could kill, this head of the security department would have been dismembered with a flurry of blades.

But the old King didn't care, merely letting out a sneer before turning to look at the other workers who were still registering.

"There are quite a lot of people registering today, I can give a decent report back to the personnel department."

"By the way..."

The old King seemed to recall something and instructed his subordinates: "When you register these workers later, remember to lower the standards a bit, don't be too rigid on the hiring age."

"Even children around ten years old can be used, they're just a bit less efficient. Anyway, we can deduct it from their salary and meal allowances later."

"Try to recruit them all, and once tonight's banquet is over, pick out the better-looking ones, line them up, and organize a send-off event... Lord Yang Lie loves this."

"Yes!"

Most of the guards nodded repeatedly, not daring to hesitate any longer.

Only a young guard hesitated for a moment, pointing to the slightly trembling girl on the ground, and quietly asked: "Chief Wang... What about this little girl? Should we give her some medicine to stop the bleeding first, or find a doctor to look at her..."

"Look at what? Are you paying for the medical expenses?"

The old King replied irritably: "Just let her lie there, she is much more intimidating than you bunch of wimps."

"When she's about to die, throw her out, and then say it was because her mother didn't take good care of her, leading to her being trampled to death."

"If this bunch of peasants dares to cause trouble again, use my method — catch another child or an elderly person, torture them a bit, and these people won't dare to act."

"Such a simple thing, don't bother me next time..."

"..."

Thud~

As he spoke, the old King suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his back, as if pricked by a needle.

The pain was not obvious, even fleeting, as if it had never happened.

He instinctively reached back, but found nothing.

"Hmm?"

The old King turned around in confusion, but no one was behind him to make a move or jab him.

There were only two children in ragged hoods passing by him, who then melted into the crowd of workers and disappeared without a trace.

"Strange..."

"Could it be rheumatism acting up?"

The old King scratched his head but didn't give it much thought.

Ordinary people in Nest City more or less have some physical ailments.

Occasional pains in the skin or bones are considered normal.

"Let's keep working. After today's work is done, I'll treat everyone to a hearty meal at the club..."

The old King was about to give a few orders, but at that moment, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and the words he wanted to say were all stuck in his throat.

"Strange..."

"Why can't I make a sound?"

He lowered his head in a daze, coughed lightly twice, but still didn't make any sound, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Speak..."

"Speak!"

The old King's expression gradually turned ferocious as he continuously scratched his throat, his nails digging into the skin, turning it red.

But this still had no effect.

He even found it hard to breathe.

"Speak, speak, speak, speak!"

"Speak—"

Splurch!

Finally, after holding back for several seconds, he finally opened his mouth.

But what erupted from his mouth was not normal speech, but a stream of crimson blood.

"Gwaa!"

He spewed out blood in large mouthfuls, completely unable to stop!

At the same time, an intensely excruciating pain emanated from his heart.

"It... is...!"

He seemed to realize something, wanting to call for help from his companions, but still, no words could come out.

The massive bleeding, along with the agony, quickly robbed him of his vitality.

Seeing this, everyone present was frozen in shock.

It was the guards who reacted first, quickly rushing to support their superior.

The young guard took out a heart defibrillator and without a word, gave the old King a jolt.

Normally, this shock should have been enough to save his life.

But the reality was exactly the opposite.

At the moment the electric current was conducted into the old King's chest...

Bang—!

With a loud bang...

The old King's heart exploded.

And this cruel lackey finally breathed his last, dying in agony.

The head of security at HuTou Heavy Industries was dead.

On an ordinary day, this would have been an event that shook the entire G District.

Although the old King's position wasn't high, he was a direct subordinate of Chairman Yang Lie.

His death should have sparked a storm.

But at this moment, the guards couldn't be bothered with investigating, nor could they even report it.

Because they discovered that when the rioting people recovered from their shock, they were no longer silent or forbearing, but grabbed stones and sticks from the ground, rushing toward them fiercely.

"The old boss is dead! Charge ahead!"

"Charge together! Rescue that girl! And beat these dogs to death!"

"Charge!"

The furious crowd roared.

Without the restraint of children, the citizens easily overpowered the guards with their sheer numbers, flooding over the security barriers.

Order met pure violence.

People used every part of their bodies to vent their fury.

Punching, kicking, tearing, even biting with their teeth.

A massive riot erupted.

In an instant, tens of thousands of citizens shattered the order at the entrance of the mine.

They were like a powder keg, enduring silently on ordinary days, just accumulating power and anger.

Once ignited, the explosion made it hard to calm down.

Moreover, they need not be calm, for they were not in the wrong.

They were merely doubling the pain they had suffered back on their oppressors.

Perhaps some innocents would be accidentally hurt, like that young guard who was beaten on the ground like the others...

But this was unavoidable.

And the instigators of all this—those two little ones in black robes, were watching silently amidst the crowd.

Clearly, they were Yun You and Frost Moon.

At this moment, Yun You was holding a piece of crimson flesh.

It was only the size of a fingertip, but it was extremely vibrant, even faintly pulsing.

This thing was a part of the old King's heart.

Just now, as they passed by the old King, Yun You grazed his back with a finger, utilizing [Divine Extraction], extracting a part of his heart from a distance.

For an Apprentice Death God, a minor heart injury might not be fatal.

But for ordinary people, it was enough to be lethal... and an extremely covert serious injury.

"I was initially thinking of sneaking into HuTou Heavy Industries."

"But now, it seems unnecessary... because we have a better method now."

Watching the rioting crowd, Yun You calmly held Frost Moon's hand and explained: "Chaos is the best form of concealment."

"Violence and bloodshed will hide our presence here."

"When those people are too busy to pay attention to us... our opportunity to strike comes."

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