[They really killed someone, those bastards actually attacked indiscriminately. These dogs, these dogs!]
[Poor disaster victims, they finally survived the earthquake, only to die at the hands of those scum. How tragic.]
[Life is unpredictable, and the world is ever-changing.]
[The police should arrest the culprits quickly! We can't let these scoundrels continue to get away with it!]
Online, the public was in an uproar, everyone beating their chests and stamping their feet, furious at the masked man's actions.
A flood of insults.
But no matter how fiercely they cursed, it could not offer the slightest help in reality.
Those 'Hell Demons' were acting as a group. Once targeted, escape was nearly impossible.
Moreover, their attacks were indiscriminate; they wouldn't spare the elderly or children, nor would they be lenient with women. If you were targeted, it was simple: death!
Therefore, their targets had no fixed characteristics.
As long as they were disaster victims.
In fact, if pushed to the brink, whether someone was a disaster victim or not wouldn't even matter.
The police deployed a large number of officers, striving to solve the case in the shortest possible time.
But how could such a mobile criminal group be caught in a short period? By the time these thugs were apprehended, they would likely have already slaughtered a dozen or twenty people.
This case immediately became the most discussed issue among the citizens of Mist City.
In a villa on the mountainside.
Lu Ming sat down, his eyes fixed on the television. He knew Wu Lingxuan was targeting him, but he couldn't think of any way to break free.
A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him.
The Dragon Warlord rarely felt such powerlessness. Wu Lingxuan had truly pushed Lu Ming to the brink.
Jiang Mengxin's brows furrowed. "These people are using moral blackmail. Lu Ming, you need to stay calm and not fall into their trap. Let me tell you, even if you die now, they won't stop. They'll continue to demand that I or Wanran die!"
While she said this, who could truly understand the psychological pressure Lu Ming was under?
It was immense, extraordinarily so.
As time ticked by, Lu Ming's pressure grew.
He would glance at the clock on the wall from time to time. Every passing minute was agonizing. Two people were already dead. If this continued, there would certainly be a third, and a fourth.
These deaths could not be said to have no connection to Lu Ming.
It was only now that Lu Ming truly understood the meaning of: "I did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me!"
It was a difficult predicament.
Forty minutes later, a call came from the Origin Project conference room. It was from Su Wanran's secretary.
Su Wanran answered, "What is it?"
The secretary replied, "Director Su, please come to the company quickly! Something has happened, something big!"
Su Wanran said, "Don't rush, stay calm. What happened?"
The secretary replied, "The disaster victims know about the news. Now they've surrounded the company building, demanding we hand over Lu Ming to them so he can die! Only if Lu Ming dies can they be safe."
"What?!"
Su Wanran was startled. She never expected things to escalate to this point. "Don't worry, I'm coming right away."
Hanging up the phone, Su Wanran got dressed to leave. Lu Ming immediately followed.
Su Wanran said, "You shouldn't go. The disaster victims causing trouble at the company now are after you. Your presence will only add fuel to the fire."
Lu Ming said calmly, "But this fire can only truly be extinguished by me. I'll go with you, but I won't show myself at first. We'll assess the situation."
Su Wanran thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright, it's good that you come along to see the situation."
So, Su Wanran had Lu Ming put on a security guard's uniform, wear a large hat to conceal his face, and then blend in with the security team to accompany her to the company building.
It was already midnight.
The Origin Project company building was still brightly lit, especially outside, where it was completely surrounded by a large group of disaster victims.
They were shouting and clamoring, demanding that the Su family hand over Lu Ming.
The police and the Su family's security guards were on site maintaining order.
In a word: chaos.
Su Wanran did not dare to enter through the main entrance. Instead, she led the security team through the back door into the building, with Lu Ming following closely behind her.
Upon arriving at the company, she first got a detailed understanding of the situation.
The situation was not complicated.
Because the Hell Demons had indiscriminately killed disaster victims, the victims were terrified.
Therefore, the disaster victims wanted the Su family to hand over Lu Ming. If Lu Ming died, the Hell Demons would stop, and the victims would be safe.
Their thinking was simple, and selfish.
To trade Lu Ming's life for their safety was, in itself, an extremely selfish idea.
Anger flared in Su Wanran's heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "What a bunch of ungrateful wretches! We, the Su family, spent money and effort to help them, and exposed the Wu family's food problems, helping them through their difficulties. Is this how they treat the Su family? We don't expect them to repay our kindness, but at least don't repay kindness with enmity! This is truly outrageous, it makes me furious!"
In the world, things rarely happened according to rules.
Most of the time, people only looked out for their own interests.
"Give me the microphone."
Su Wanran took the microphone and walked out the door, approaching the disaster victims from behind the police and security guards, about ten meters away.
Her gaze was furious.
She slowly raised the microphone and said loudly, "You group of heartless, ungrateful wretches, are you even human?"
This short sentence silenced the rioting disaster victims, who all turned to look at Su Wanran.
Su Wanran continued, "For your own safety, you're pushing Lu Ming to his death. Can you still be considered human? Have you forgotten who provided you with free medical treatment? Who exposed the food problems? It was the Su family, it was Lu Ming! Lu Ming is your benefactor, a immense debt of gratitude, and this is how you treat your benefactor? Do you even know the meaning of 'shame'? Have some dignity!"
Every word was deafening.
The disaster victims were shamed into lowering their heads.
Everyone understood the logic. When the earthquake struck, the Su family had contributed the most. It was indeed wrong for them to cause trouble at the Su family's doorstep now.
But... they didn't want to die!
Just as both sides were at a stalemate, someone in the crowd of disaster victims shouted, "The third victim has appeared! Another hour has passed, and the Hell Demons have struck again. The third victim has been found! Same as before, a disaster victim, and also a disaster victim!"
This news exploded like a bomb, setting the disaster victims at the scene into a frenzy.
The emotions that had just been calmed surged violently.
"Lu Ming must die!"
"If he doesn't die, it will be us!"
"Hand over Lu Ming, hand over Lu Ming!"