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Chapter 48: Bleeding Out
Chapter 48: Bleeding Out
The Royal Family is the heart, the Nobility are the organs, the Parliament is the brain, the factories are the muscles, the merchants are the bones, and the rest are merely skin and hair?
"My view differs from yours,"
Without paying heed to the questioning of the Daily's Editor-in-Chief, after contemplating his metaphor for a moment, Lyon looked at the arrogant soul before him, reeking of rotten stench, and responded expressionlessly:
"Compared to bones, merchants are more like bacteria in the intestines. They are beneficial to the body when growing normally, but if left to breed freely, they might cause the entire intestine to rot.
As for the Royal Family and the Nobility... they are more like lice in one's crotch. Once they suck blood to the point of pain, the next second they should be pinched and crushed to death!"
Crush the Royal Family and the Nobility... with a single pinch?!
Upon hearing Lyon's response, the Editor-in-Chief of the Daily shuddered, his eyes, once filled with arrogance, widening to their limits in an instant!
How dare this man... Ah!!! No wonder he dared to expose such matters! He must be a rebel! A rioter inciting rebellion!!!
"Guards!!!
Stumbling back several steps, all the way to the compartment's partition, the Editor-in-Chief of the Daily, his face filled with panic, screamed pitifully:
"Seize him! He's a rebel who once attempted to assassinate the Princess! He wants... Ah!!!"
Swinging the folder in his hand, Lyon struck the Editor-in-Chief's face with a heavy blow, leaving a gash on his face. Looking at the trash who was about to frame him, Lyon, who had endured for far too long, felt a surge of malevolence.
With a black veil covering his face, Lyon didn't need to worry about his identity being exposed and affecting his family. Despite wearing several layers of coats, Lyon felt his body had never been so "light and agile." The blood flowing through his veins was scorching hot.
"A rebel? Didn't you call me a hair?"
Accompanied by a satisfied question, Lyon's fists, already white at the knuckles from clenching, struck out with force, slamming into the Editor-in-Chief's face. A crisp cracking sound echoed, and this punch directly shattered the wooden strip, sending the back of his head crashing into the compartment's partition.
"Didn't you want me to shut up?"
Lyon, whose fist was now stained with blood from being scratched by the Editor-in-Chief's broken teeth, seemed oblivious to the pain. Swinging his bloodied fist again, he punched him, knocking the Editor-in-Chief's nose askew. The pain forced the man with rolled-back eyes to regain consciousness.
"Then why don't you pluck me out?"
Holding onto the tables on both sides, Lyon delivered a devastating kick to the Editor-in-Chief's chest, leaving a bloody stain on the white handkerchief. He kicked the man through the partition, gasping for breath. Before the guards behind him could react, Lyon grabbed the cold horn in his shopping bag.
"It's your turn now."
Fully activating the true power of [Devil's Horn], Lyon stirred up the evil thoughts in the hearts of over ten guards, entangling them around the Editor-in-Chief. After twisting them into a tight knot, Lyon raised his still-bleeding right hand and shoved aside the guard in front of him, whose pupils were rapidly filling with blood. Without a backward glance, Lyon strode out of the restaurant.
"Give him a good beating!"
...
"Kid! You've finally taken this step!"
Sticking out his tongue and licking the shopping bag, Black Goat watched the chaotic scene in the restaurant behind him and listened to the screams that reached the street. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed, showering Lyon with praise:
"To hell with the Cleanup Bureau's rules! For trash like this, they should be killed directly! I'm starting to admire you more and more!
But your methods are still a bit rough. Although it's satisfying to tie everyone's anger together, they might not be able to beat him to death after a while.
Listen to me! Next time you want to kill someone, remember to separate those evil thoughts one by one, and let a dozen people gang up on one person. That way, even without weapons, you can definitely beat him to death on the spot!"
"Hey! Kid! I'm teaching you my methods, and you're not even grateful? Speak up! Why are you so quiet?"
Ignoring the overly excited Black Goat, he tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth from his body, hastily wrapped it around his injured right hand, and Leon held a folder stained with blood, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked towards the trash bin on the street side.
Initially, he had come to collect a stack of old newspapers, read through all their recent news topics, and finally selected three newspapers: Daily News, Royal Mail, and Capital Evening News.
The staff of Royal Mail didn't even bother to look at him, let alone his handwritten summary, which they scoffed at. After glancing at the title, they didn't even bother to flip through it and directly called someone to chase him away.
As for the junior editor from Capital Evening News, after being lured out, he only looked at the name of the involved family and immediately started trembling like a sieve, running away without even paying for the coffee.
As for the editor-in-chief of Daily News, not only did he not plan to publish the news, but he even wanted to take back and destroy the evidence! He even blamed himself as a thief and a member of the rebel party who assassinated the princess!
If even these three newspapers, which are considered 'daring to speak', are afraid to accept this evidence and write a report to expose the truth, then what's the difference between the materials he stole from Char Hydropower Company and the wastepaper in the trash bin?
Wait... Hold on! Char Hydropower Company! Char!
Upon thinking of this name, Leon suddenly realized that he had been stuck in a narrow mindset. He had been thinking about how to resolve this matter but only focused on taking matters into his own hands, forgetting about Char Department Store!
The enemy of my enemy is my friend!
Of course, he could only hit a wall everywhere he went with these materials, but if he handed them over to Char Department Store, that wealthy man with the same name as the coffee stall old man would definitely seize the opportunity and strike hard, using his power!
I'm so stupid!
Leon hit his left hand in frustration, then turned his gaze from the trash bin on the street side and decided to give Char Department Store another try.
When he looked up at the sky and realized the time was a bit tight, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the platform a few hundred meters away, waving at the waiting steam carriage.
"Renting a carriage! One person!"
"Alright!"
Seeing a customer approaching, the carriage driver, who had been idly smoking a cigarette, perked up. He casually extinguished the cigarette and tucked it behind his ear, then happily trotted over.
However, after bringing the carriage closer and noticing Leon's attire, the driver's previously cheerful expression turned gloomy. He reached for the cigarette behind his ear while lazily leaning back against the seat, and with a sullen look, he quoted the price:
"Four-seater sightseeing carriage, two copper wheels per two kilometers, five copper wheels for five kilometers, and one copper wheel per kilometer for distances over five kilometers. Distances under two kilometers will be charged as two kilometers. Are you taking it or not?"
"I'll take it!"
After calculating the approximate distance, Leon's heart was bleeding, but he nodded and stepped onto the carriage, gritting his teeth. He bent down and entered the compartment of the steam carriage.
"Char Department Store headquarters! As fast as possible!"
(End of Chapter)
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