1.11 Million Points of Sin

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At the very moment Yang Tang was slaughtering mercilessly, far away on Egret Island, at the Security Bureau headquarters...

"Boss, we’ve got something."

"What did you find?"

"Yang Tang flew to Tokyo last night."

Monkey and his crew instantly breathed a little easier.

"Is the intel solid?"

"Absolutely."

"What else? His financial sources?"

"We’ve traced the payments from Chenxun and Qiandu to Yang Tang. He actually developed a power-saving software and sold it to those two companies."

"Really?"

"Seems legit. Both of Shanghai’s top law firms have contracts on file, and I even copied the installation package from Chenxun under the pretext of an investigation. Tried it this morning—it really does save power!"

Squirrel finished the report and looked up to see Monkey and the others eyeing him intently.

"What are you staring at? I know what you want—that installation package, right? Too bad it only installs once. If you want to install it again, you’ll have to crack it yourselves."

Monkey and the others were instantly stumped. Cracking it themselves would be piracy. If caught, losing face was the least of their worries—they could end up in court.

"What about the transfer from Qin Chuan Group?"

"That’s because of a poem Yang Tang wrote. He sold the copyright along with the authorship rights to Qin Chuan Group for just over three million."

"Good heavens! Three million for a poem? I don’t know if Yang Tang’s gone mad or Qin Chuan Group has lost their minds."

"That’s because you haven’t read the poem. ‘Qin Chuan’s fine wine, tulips in bloom; an amber glow fills the jade bowl’—just those two lines will keep you pondering for a lifetime!"

"Qin Chuan’s fine wine? Wow, just the opening line alone outshines countless classics."

"Indeed. No telling how Yang Tang’s mind works."

"Quiet, all of you!" Tiger King snapped. "Have you found any clue about that 270 million transfer?"

"We do have something, but we’ll need to interrogate Yang Tang himself for the full story."

"Tell me what you’ve got so far."

"The 270 million was payment for over thirty antiques. Of course, I’ve questioned several involved parties, but they all deny buying antiques—they claim they purchased ‘ritual implements’."

"Ritual implements?"

"Items used to set up feng shui formations," Fox explained. "And when I asked the buyers, they said Yang Tang’s ritual implements were far more authentic than anything they’d bought before."

"How authentic?"

"More effective and potent. That counts as authentic, right? Before buying, Yang Tang always gave them a few lines of critique, often hitting on their secret embarrassments. That convinced them to fork over the money and bring the implements home as instructed."

"Hitting on their secret embarrassments? Isn’t that just a cheap trick used by street hustlers?"

Fox shook his head. "At first, I thought so too. But after digging deeper, I found that the things Yang Tang hit on were deeply personal secrets, things no one else knew—like whether your wife was still a virgin before your wedding night."

"He—he could really say something like that?"

"Impossible, right? To pull off a setup like that takes serious effort."

Despite his men’s gossip, Tiger King suddenly focused on another matter. "What’s the success rate of Yang Tang’s curse methods?"

Fox smiled knowingly. "I figured you had other thoughts, so I made a list of everyone who bought ritual implements. Since their purchase, none of them have suffered accidents or casualties. For now, the success rate is a perfect 100%."

"Since there’s no issue with the 270 million funds, forget about him for now. As for those on the list, assign one team each to you and Huadan for round-the-clock surveillance. You know better than I do what exactly needs monitoring."

"Got it. I’m on it!"

Killing five humans earned fifty sins!

Instantly acquired the burden of five humans.

Preventing those five from killing sixteen others in the future earned...

A total of 8.8 secondary merits and 1.9 secondary sins from those sixteen.

Killing eight humans earned eighty sins!

Instantly acquired the burden of eight humans.

Preventing those eight from trafficking twenty-two others in the future earned...

A total of 10.3 secondary merits and 2.9 secondary sins from those twenty-two.

Killing three humans earned thirty sins!

Instantly acquired the burden of three humans.

Preventing those three from killing fifteen others in the future earned...

A total of 8.9 secondary merits and 1.1 secondary sins from those fifteen.

As the BB bullets kept firing, the enlightenment prompts in Yang Tang’s mind flooded the screen repeatedly. He could no longer tally how many merits or sins he had gained.

In short, this slave trafficking den was a den of unspeakable evil. Before He Jiani and her group were captured, countless people had already been tortured alive or sold off here.

This place was a pit of hell where humans were regarded with less dignity than beasts. No spiritual torment could compare to the brutal shock of this living nightmare.

"Ugh."

The horrors of the other rooms were no less grim than the basement. After eliminating the remaining golden targets in sight, Yang Tang could no longer hold back the surge of stomach acid and nearly vomited.

Yet he knew all too well that in such a perilous place, one careless move could create enormous risks for the future. Summoning great willpower, he swallowed the bitter bile back down.

At that moment, a sound of rushing air came. Still swallowing, Yang Tang swiftly dodged behind a corridor pillar.

Where he had been standing, two short figures dressed in black ninja garb suddenly appeared.

"The person was just here."

"Search!"

"Pop! Pop!"

The BB bullets fired in rapid succession.

But the next second nearly made Yang Tang’s eyes pop out.

"Click!" "Ding!"

The usual headshot sounds did not ring. Two BB bullets aimed at the ninjas were stopped—one caught barehanded by the taller ninja, the other sliced in half by a small katana wielded by the shorter ninja.

Still, the bullets’ impact force pushed both ninjas back several steps.

What? That’s possible?

Yang Tang was amazed but quickly deduced their secret: the ninjas could accurately predict the bullet’s trajectory. The taller wore gloves akin to silkworm gloves that intercepted the bullets’ paths, while the shorter used the katana blade to split the bullet mid-flight, using its own momentum against it.

Their defensive techniques astonished Yang Tang, but did not deter his resolve to kill them.

"Activate Enhanced Mode Type 2!"

At that moment, a dozen reticles appeared on Yang Tang’s retina, split into two groups, each locking onto vital points on the two ninjas’ bodies.

The taller ninja shouted, "Who the hell are you? How dare you mess around in the Gamo household?"

"Gamo? Screw your mother, Gamo!" Yang Tang spat.

Then he pulled the trigger again, unleashing a torrent of BB bullets from the replica gun without pause.

"Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"

Sure enough, while each ninja could block a single bullet’s strike point, they couldn’t cover multiple shots at once.

Both ninjas were first hit in their thighs, then elbows and arms. Blood holes opened in their shoulders and chests, and ultimately several bullets pierced their heads, ending them with fatal headshots.

Killing two primary special humans earned two hundred merits!

Instantly acquired the burden of two primary special humans.

Preventing those two from killing seventy-one others in the future earned...

A total of 30.6 secondary merits and 15.4 secondary sins from those seventy-one.

Hearing this enlightenment, Yang Tang was a bit dazed.

Wait, what’s a primary special human? And why is killing them a merit, not a sin?

Any human harboring cultivation energy is called a special human, regardless of amount. Cultivating consumes resources, conflicting with "entering the dream state." Killing special humans thus creates better conditions for entering the dream, counting as merit!

"How many merits and sins do I have now?" Yang Tang asked casually.

"Currently: 1,928.7 merits and 10,023.5 sins."

Yang Tang blinked.

In other words, this slave den was responsible for the deaths and trafficking of hundreds, maybe thousands!

But Yang Tang had an even thornier issue to face: what to do with the unprocessed hostages like He Jiani in the basement? The thought gave him a headache.

The SP’s sedatives could keep people asleep for a solid four hours, but Xiao Xiao woke early.

Not because she had special resistance training, but due to a congenital abnormality in her nasal sensitivity area—medically termed a "variant." This caused foul odors to trigger extreme allergic reflexes throughout her body.

"Cough, cough!"

With tears and mucus streaming, Xiao Xiao sat up. Opening her eyes into pitch darkness, her first thought was she had gone blind.

She felt herself swaying uncontrollably, and touching her body found only her underwear remained; all other clothes had vanished.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Anyone?"

After tapping for a while with no response, her panic slightly eased. As she calmed, she tried to recall what happened before losing consciousness.

"Right, Tingting!?"

Unfortunately, the place was utterly dark, not a sliver of light. Though she felt hands and legs nearby, the fear made her too confused to find Wan Mengting.

Just then, a strange little tune drifted faintly from the crack in the wall:

"Two little tigers, two little tigers, running fast, running fast..."

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