Stuck in a Chinese novel-Chapter 412: Anger

"We don't have much information about them, but it seems they're a small agency that contracts small-time actresses or recruits newbies and uses them for their own goals such as currying favors with influential government affiliates for a night out drink which could lead to some... other activities." Mark Wilson explained everything but what was it? Since when did he have difficulty speaking?

Why was he having difficulty breathing?

"Wei Jun." Natasha said which brought Wei Jun out of his angry trance that relieved others as well. Natasha didn't know it would be like this when she told Wei Jun about what had happened. It was like Wei Jun had lost control of all of his emotions. Like he was... afraid.

Afraid of something.

"Find out everything about them." Wei Jun said as he looked up at Mark Wilson and said, "Drop everything and find out everything about them. Even those who have the same businesses. Find them."

"Un-Understood, boss." Mark Wilson said and left while Wei Jun turned to Natasha and said, "Let's go."

"Where?" Natasha asked.

"Where you saw that woman being assaulted." Wei Jun replied.

Natasha had a bad feeling about this but she followed Wei Jun quietly. She could tell, Wei Jun was angry beyond the point of being reasoned with. The only wise thing she could do at the moment was to obey him quietly and let the storm that was created to wash over.

But, she knew well enough that storms don't just come and go. In their wake, they leave destructions that can't be salvaged for years.

Wei Jun and Natasha arrived outside a club and Wei Jun entered the club along with her. As they entered the deep ends of the place, Wei Jun was able to get inside the VVIP area due to his status.

"Oh, Mister Ruan~ Come. Come. Have a seat." A man said with a sweet smile and directed Wei Jun towards a seat. Wei Jun, however, kept standing and looked in a corner where a girl, who was drugged out of her mind and on her knees, covering her head as a man kept hitting her, could be seen.

Natasha was about to intervene when Wei Jun stopped her and looked at the man who seemed to be the boss of the whole thing and said, "Stop."

"What?" The man was taken aback by Wei Jun's words and couldn't arrive at a conclusion as to what Wei Jun was talking about due to the vagueness of this words.

"Stop that." Wei Jun pointed at the scene in the corner.

"Oh, that? She just couldn't learn her lesson so I'm having her taught a good lesson. You don't have to worry about it." The man explained as if Wei Jun would understand.

"I will give you one chance. Stop all of this. And I'll let you live." Wei Jun said, his words clear and concise and even if they were vague on the topic, the man could easily understand what Wei Jun was talking about.

The smile appeared from the man's face as he stood up and approached Wei Jun, the cold expression relaying how he didn't fear Wei Jun. The laws protected him so there was no need to be worried about a cultivator.

"You have no power here, Mister Ruan. This is the world of mortals. We can do what we want without the fear of cultivators. Old times are no more." The man said before he stepped back and went to the woman who was being hit and stopped the man who was hitting her.

He then took the hockey stick that was being used to hit the woman and turned to Wei Jun, "Nowadays, if you hit a mortal, it can become a pretty big issue."

Thack!

Thack!

Thack!

He began to hit the woman like crazy, intent on breaking every bone in her body and only focused on her arms and legs so there wouldn't be a risk of death.

Natasha's blood boiled and she so desperately wished to intervene but she was being blocked by Wei Jun who had a neutral expression on his face and without blinking, his eyes observed the whole scene.

Once the man had had his fill, he stopped and looked at Wei Jun, out of breath, as he said, "Cultivator brutality, they say. The old times are gone when a cultivator could walk into a village and kill whoever they wanted to. Now that there are laws in place, we have no reason to fear you anymore."

"..." Silence prevailed at the scene and only the sobs of the woman echoed in the background. Wei Jun remained silent for quite a while before he said, "Laws, morals, rights..."

"There was a time I used to believe in these things too. But then, I realized, there is no such thing as rights. Only the strong exists." Wei Jun turned and began to leave with Natasha in two before he left some parting words, "Don't fear cultivators."

"Fear me."

"Haha! What a joke!" The man said before he got back to his buddies and began to joke about the situation. On the other hand, Wei Ju and Natasha came out of the bar and entered his car.

"What now?" Natasha asked.

The man was right. Laws were in place for a reason. The best way to deal with that situation would be through proper legal channels. The only problem was that then the government would be involved and there was no way the government would be willing to bow down to the cultivators.

"You're going to sleep." Wei Jun replied before he went silent and Natasha knew that no matter what she said anymore, Wei Jun would remain silent. She could tell. The burning anger inside of him. While he was calm on the outside and his eyes were cold, she could feel the anger inside of him through the connection they shared.

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Once Wei Jun dropped her at his villa, he left for downtown.

'It's been a long time.' Wei Jun thought.

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"Hahaha. Those people, seriously. What can we do about those idiots? We have the Governor's backing so what's there to fear a few cultivators? The CSF is under heat due to some incidents so they wouldn't just sit by if some cultivators did something." A man replied who sat next to the man who had a sweet smile and drank whisky calmly.

"There is nothing to worry about. They cannot do anything to us anyway." The man said before he looked at the woman who was being carried out of the room.

Looking at her, he couldn't help but scoff internally, trying to mask the ominous feeling that had been weighing on his heart ever since earlier. Ever since he left...

'Haa... It's nothing. There's not much he can do.' He thought. Or so he thought as he looked at his terrified expression in the black mirror of the helmet. Around his neck, a strange whip of unknown origin was suspending him in the air while all those around him were on the ground, screaming in horrifying pain.

He wanted to say it. He wanted to say that the cultivator wouldn't be safe if he were to attack and kill civilians like this but no words left his mouth. He could feel the intent of death from the one holding him in the air like this.

The intruder hadn't come with the intention of talking. He was there to deliver the most excruciating pain that could ever be delivered.

'No! No!'

He said, yelled inwardly, but no matter how much he did, his voice wouldn't leak out. At that moment, he heard the biker say, "Shall we begin in all earnest?"

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"What is the report?" Commander Yan asked as exited the car and was approached by a subordinate.

"Mayhem." The subordinate replied in a single word and handed him the report.

As Commander Yan read it, his expression couldn't help but retort that of confusion as he asked, "Isn't this a civilian matter? What does the biker have to do with this?"

"Well..." The subordinate wanted to speak but he couldn't. He just looked in the direction of the governor's residence as a chill of horror passed through his body.

"I... I think you should brace yourself, sir. It's a very unsettling scene." The subordinate said as he pointed at the entrance of the destroyed house of the governor.

Commander Yan Bin was confused. Why would the subordinate, who had even attempted dungeons and was used to the gory scene of blood and bits say such a thing?

And most of all, why was he saying such a thing to Commander Yan, a war veteran, who had seen worse than there could be?

However, all his questions were answered in an instant as he entered the crime scene. Looking at the scene with a horrified look in his eyes, he could only think that the word 'Gory' was made for a scene like this.

"Is... Is he?" Commander Yan asked as he looked at the man who had been suspended in the air.

"He's alive, sir." The subordinate replied, much to the horror of Commander Yan.