The successful execution filled Guan Wuji with a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

The auditorium doors were quietly opened, and someone whispered a few words to the guard.

The guard's expression changed drastically. Ignoring the consequences of disturbing Guan Wuji's enjoyment, he relayed the message to him: "Master, the young master has been kidnapped, and the kidnappers are demanding a large reward."

Guan Wuji glanced at him indifferently: "You believe this kind of fake news?"

The guard stammered, "These past few days, there have been rumors that the master's health... his will has already been drawn up, and the eldest young master is the heir."

Guan Wuji's face was as black as charcoal. He made a video call to his eldest son. The figure on the other end of the line moved, and the first thing he said was "Dad" with a sob in his voice.

The video call only lasted two or three seconds before being disconnected.

Guan Wuji glanced at Li Yue, who was halfway through her execution, and the canaries below the stage who looked terrified, and whispered to the guard, "Take some men and go find the young master."

"Master, there's someone beside you..."

"Go with peace of mind." Guan Wuji thought to himself, this group of people is not someone that can be controlled with a single button. Even if the program to control the bomb is destroyed, he can use the poison to quickly weaken this group of people.

The guards received their orders and left, while Guan Wuji continued to threaten the canary.

"Open your eyes wide and see this clearly. This is what happens to traitors. Anyone who sympathizes with her or wants to stand with her, step forward now. If you don't step forward now, and are discovered later, I guarantee the traitor's fate will be a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than hers!"

The crowd remained completely still.

Guan Wuji was extremely satisfied; even his dark complexion, which had been clouded by the fact that his son had been tied up, brightened considerably.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd moved.

The man stepped forward and walked onto the stage.

Guan Wuji's smile slowly disappeared.

"Zhao Tang, I remember you. Your shop is located in the Cape Base. You caused me a little trouble by picking up my daughter from school, but I still managed to bring her back."

Another person walked quickly onto the stage and stood next to Zhao Tang.

Guan Wuji frowned; this person's face was so unfamiliar.

The man said, "I'd rather die standing than live kneeling."

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Guan Wuji laughed in fury, "Since you're all so eager to die, I'll grant you a quick death!"

"Wait, when you're counting the dead, please include me." Another person stepped out from among the canaries. This person strolled around leisurely, not like someone going on stage to die, but more like someone invited to give a speech.

Guan Wuji's face twitched.

Many people walked out of the audience one after another; some were silent, some indifferent, and some fearful.

Even though her legs trembled uncontrollably as she took her steps, she still chose to stand on the podium and await death.

"Fine, you can all die!" Guan Wuji was so angry that he trembled all over, unable to tell whether the vibration of his watch was a message notification or caused by his own shaking.

He turned on his watch and saw a series of new messages—

The conditional explosion procedure has been terminated. Please restart it if necessary.

The watch has been unlinked. Please reconnect.

Bring your will, or you'll never see your son again. [Address]

...

The messages bombarded Guan Wuji, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, especially the first two: the bomb program linked to the wristwatch had been unbound. Who had accessed his computer? Who knew his password? Who was operating it?

Guan Wuji trembled uncontrollably. At this moment, he could no longer distinguish whether his uncontrollable trembling was due to anger or fear.

It's alright, it's alright, he still has the poison seed. He can immediately activate the poison seed and weaken everyone.

Anyway, he's from the upper class, he's immune to superpowers, he'll be fine.

“Guan Wuji, look at me. Take a good look at who I am,” Zhao Tang said with a smile.

Guan Wuji stared intently at Zhao Tang's face, which suddenly changed, more jarring than two vastly different videos spliced ​​together.

Zhao Tang's face became unfamiliar, and even his height and build completely changed, transforming him into someone he had only seen in videos—Xia Chuhe of Taotie City.

"Who...who are you?"

Guan Wuji asked a question he already knew the answer to, using meaningless conversation to buy time before activating his poisonous ability.

Unexpectedly, however, his superpowers completely disappeared. He could no longer sense the presence of the poison seed, and he lost contact with everyone who had been implanted with it.

"Take another look at who I am?" The second person to walk onto the stage wiped his face, revealing a face he had been "longing for".

This person is actually Li Yue!

What about Li Yue, whom he just executed?

Guan Wuji turned to look at Li Yue, whose eyes had been gouged out. Li Yue had a strange smile on her face, and her empty eyes were staring at him. She had become a corpse, a mere shell.

Guan Wuji took a few steps back in alarm: "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Tang, who was actually Xia Chuhe, stepped aside to make way for the large flock of canaries.

Li Yue turned to her siblings behind her: "As everyone knows, the upper class is immune to superpowers. Did you bring any weapons?"

The third person to stand on the podium pulled a small pair of scissors, the kind used for trimming thread ends, from his pocket: "No, but I brought a must-have tool for clothing stores."

With a slight smile, she looked somewhat innocent and cute: "This is the first time I've tried using a thread to take someone's life. I don't know how many cuts it would take to kill someone."

Someone pulled out a chef's knife: "It doesn't matter if I can't kill him, I sharpen my knife every day, one stab and I'll definitely rip him open."

Guan Wuji urgently called for his bodyguard to return, his wristwatch nearly worn out from pressing it so many times.

Unfortunately, before the guards arrived, the knife and scissors calmly and methodically carved marks on his body.

Xia Chuhe slowly backed away, quietly watching the group of people who were kept and controlled vent their anger.

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