Spare Me, Great Lord!

Standing still at the side of the warehouse, Lu Shu watched in silence as Kawayoshi flattered the high-position man named Kuriyama. A feeling of disgust swelled up from his throat as the car drove off.

He had witnessed how the Collection of Gods spy sacrificed many lives in the Beimang remains so as to forcefully pull up his individual strength. Back then, he was simply startled by their morbid obsession with the creation of powerful fighters.

And now, they were planning to use the same strategy and had captured so many past comrades-in-arms for the sacrifice.

Bunndai had once mentioned that the Collection of Gods superiors were hoping to accelerate the generation of a Class A through even more radical methods, in order to establish for themselves a more stable footing on the international platform. But it was not the right time yet.

Could she mean that the sacrifice might not proceed as intended due to the uniqueness of Class A?

Lu Shu was uncertain. He could only rely on his speculations.

Many people were scared of ghosts. Yet, at that instant, Lu Shu felt that people’s desires were even more frightening.

After Kawayoshi casually ordered the drivers to park the four trucks in the spacious factory room, he told Lu Shu, “Sometimes things are not to be spoken. We, the errand runners, are not required to know too many things. We just do whatever we are told by the superiors.”

“Sure.” Lu Shu gave a nod of acknowledgment. He had no sympathy for the “goods” inside the trucks, because none of the Jingoists were free from guilt.

However, that could not stop him from deepening his hatred towards the Collection of Gods, for their unethical acts.

This time, all of the security team members allocated to Kawayoshi were Class E’s, who showed complete respect towards the Class D Yamada.

Lu Shu pulled open the truck door and glanced inside. There were around ten people in each truck, lying around on the floor. They were unable to move despite the absence of any chains or shackles.

At this moment, a man retrieved a white suitcase and revealed forty syringes arranged orderly inside. Another person explained to him, “One syringe per 24 hours. This can maintain their powers and only cause whole-body paralysis.”

As the liquids were injected into their carotid arteries, the goods soon went quiet, only able to move their eyeballs.

Thus, it seemed that they were capable of yelling only due to the fading effects of the drugs…

In the meantime, those men inflicted violence on the “goods”, who were of much higher level than themselves. Where could they find such opportunities any other day?

Lu Shu was aghast at the evil side of humanity.

Although enraged, those goods could not even lift their fingers. Well aware of their eventual demise, the security personnel were unafraid of retaliation at all.

“After three injections, they will develop resistance to the drug. By then, you’ll need to inject once every 12 hours. This is the second time.”

Lu Shu was shocked. You’ve even figured out the cycle of their drug resistance! How many people have fallen victim so far?!

Now, he had utterly no favorable disposition towards Nagaya Kawayoshi, Kuriyama, and even the 20 security members. All of them were murderers.

Kawayoshi and Lu Shu, as Class D’s, could do anything as they pleased, while the Class E security personnel did not dare to act even the slightest inappropriately in front of them. All of them sat around the trucks obediently to keep things in check.

This provided a glimpse into the strict hierarchy system in the Collection of Gods. In the Heavenly Network, Class E’s and D’s could interact with one another without any barriers.

But in the Collection of Gods, Class E’s were obliged to use honorific speech when talking to Class D’s.

Lu Shu asked Kawayoshi, “How are they going to eat dinner?”

Kawayoshi dismissed him with a wave. “You don’t need to worry about them. Class E’s are our workers. Why? Are you saying we should be their cooks?”

“But that’s not right,” Lu Shu replied, “We can’t starve them like that.”

Kawayoshi smiled and put a cigarette between his lips, signaling Lu Shu to light it for him. But Lu Shu did not respond. In the end, he had to do it himself. “You don’t have to be so restricted with me. You will understand that we and they are from different classes. They won’t even complain if you slap them. Believe me?”

Lu Shu’s eyes suddenly beamed with joy. “Really?”

An ominous feeling emerged from Kawayoshi’s heart. Then, in his startled stare, Lu Shu came up to a security personnel and gave him a hard slap. The poor man almost fainted on the spot…

He turned two rounds due to the momentum. When he could finally stand still, his brains were still spinning in pain…

“From Seko Hironari’s distress, +999…”

Another slap!

Before they could recover from the shock, Lu Shu’s slap had landed on another person’s face…

“From Motegi Toshimitsu’s distress, +999…”

Being weaker, he collapsed to the floor and was unable to stand up again…

“From Nagaya Kawayoshi’s distress, +666!”

It was only meant to be a bloody joke and he had certainly not expected Lu Shu to take it seriously. Thus, before Lu Shu slapped the third person, Kawayoshi stopped him quickly. “Wait. Wait! You are being too harsh. Stop slapping them!”

Lu Shu froze. “Didn’t you tell me to slap them?”

He was not done. He could have easily gained close to 20,000 distress points like this…

Kawayoshi felt like slapping himself now. What was he thinking when he cracked the joke with such a straightforward person who could not even appreciate jokes!

“From Nagaya Kawayoshi’s distress, +666!”

And now Lu Shu noticed that besides the two who had been slapped, the other security personnel were contributing distress points too, although to a lesser extent.

That was because they were worried for their own personal safety now. Although it was not like they had never been slapped by high-position people before, this man was too damn harsh…

They were uncertain about both the current situation and this person called “Yamada Akira”!

Meanwhile, Lu Shu realized that Kawayoshi was telling the truth. Those people did not dare to defend themselves.

At this moment, Kawayoshi received a call. “Yes, Lord Kuriyama… Okay. Right away!”

After he ended the call, Kawayoshi yelled, “The opening of the new base has been pushed forward. Buck up, everyone! The goods are to be transferred to the base NOW!”

Lu Shu’s eyes brightened up. Could that be his chance of entering the base?