Chapter 295: Justice's Iron Fist

As he stumbled forward, strange gazes looked down from the surrounding residential buildings, their expressions peculiar.

Just as Yan Shang was wondering, a voice suddenly rang out from upstairs:"It's him! He's Yan Shang, the Chairman of the Pleiades Chamber of Commerce!""He's the bastard who sells coal at exorbitant prices!"

The moment these shouts rang out, everyone in the surrounding residential buildings quickly grabbed sticks and machetes, rushing to surround him with furious glares. In just over ten seconds, the entire street was completely blocked, and with more shouts rising, even more people were arriving.

Yan Shang was stunned by this sight. He hadn't shown his face outside much in years, and he was so filthy now that no one should have been able to recognize him. Just then, Yan Shang suddenly felt the crowd's gaze was fixed on a strange spot. After a moment of bewilderment, he immediately took off his fur coat and looked at it.

On the back of the fur coat, someone had, at some point, scrawled large characters in crimson blood:"I am Yan Shang!"Yan Shang: ???

"It's him! He tried to sell us coal for half a million! This animal!""He's the one who had my dad beaten on Century Avenue! My dad's leg was broken by him!""If someone hadn't driven a truck out and seized the coal, we would have frozen to death by now...""This dog who profits from human lives... Kill him!!!"

Roars of fury erupted from all directions. The crowd, eyes bloodshot, surged forward like madmen, overwhelming him, their various weapons raining down on Yan Shang.

Yan Shang was forced to bend over in terror, his back aching from the relentless blows of the hard sticks. Knives periodically pierced deep into his body. Amidst countless foul and angry curses, his vision, already blurred from the cold, became stained with blood.

No... this won't do...He knew that if this continued, he would be beaten to death very soon!

Yan Shang's hand tightly clutched his last sacrificial artifact, a small compass. Its surface was covered with blood vessels and dark flesh. As his fingertip moved the pointer, his figure vanished into thin air the next moment!

The sticks struck down forcefully but hit no one. The crowd stared blankly at the empty space before them, bewildered for a moment."Was that... spatial movement?"Chen Ling, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yan Shang's vast and diverse collection of items truly broadened Chen Ling's horizons. However, given that Yan Shang chose to endure injuries rather than use this artifact until now, it seemed his supply was nearly exhausted. Chen Ling snorted coldly, his figure darting out through the frost and snow.

"I'm alive... I survived!!"Standing outside the Domain Train station, covered in blood, Yan Shang's hands trembled with excitement. The life-or-death peril he had faced on this journey made Yan Shang feel as if he had walked through hell. As he finally arrived at the station, a sense of relief washed over him, like surviving a great calamity.

"What's a Red Heart 6, what's a Twilight Society... I, Yan Shang, started from nothing and made it this far! Could I just die so easily here?!"Yan Shang couldn't help but laugh, but the movement pulled at his wounds, contorting his face in intense pain."Damn it... those lowlifes dared to hit me...""Lowlifes will always be lowlifes! I'm taking the train south, you can all just wait here to die!""A bunch of poor, useless wretches, they deserve to freeze to death."

Yan Shang cursed through the pain, staggering up the station steps. Just as he was about to step onto the platform, a voice suddenly came from behind him."Hey."Yan Shang froze. Before he could turn around, a fist slammed into the back of his head, knocking him to the ground!

The blow made Yan Shang's vision go black. He groaned and tried to get up. Behind him, a figure with a camera around his neck and paper and pen in hand was looking down at him coldly."It's you...? You trash, do you even deserve to be on this train?" The figure's right fist clenched, and with a thud, he delivered another punch to Yan Shang!

The hard fist sent Yan Shang to the ground again, a bloodied tooth flying from his mouth. He stared blankly at the figure before him."You... who are you??""My name is Wen Shilin, and I'm a reporter."The figure slowly took off the camera from his neck and put aside the paper and pen in his hand, then slowly approached. "You might not know me, but when it comes to you, Chairman Yan Shang... I know quite a lot."

Hearing the name Wen Shilin, Yan Shang found it familiar but couldn't recall where he had heard it. Before he could say anything more, another "fist of justice" landed on his cheek!Bang—!!This punch was even stronger than the previous two, directly shattering half of Yan Shang's teeth and making him see stars.

"The fist of justice may be late, but it is never absent," Wen Shilin said in a deep voice, shaking his painfully throbbing hand. "Since my reporting couldn't take you down... I'll take you down now!"Wen Shilin roared, swinging his fist at Yan Shang once more. Just as the fist whistled through the air, Yan Shang suddenly pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at Wen Shilin's forehead!

Wen Shilin's fist instantly froze in mid-air."Damn it... After all that, I thought you were Red Heart 6 again, but you're just a real reporter?" Yan Shang spat out blood and broken teeth, painfully getting to his feet. "A gun is useless against Red Heart 6, but it can't deal with a lowlife like you?"

Yan Shang spoke viciously. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, his vision suddenly blurred! The next moment, the gun in his hand had turned into a lump of coal.Yan Shang stared in dismay at the piece of coal in his hand. As if something clicked, deep fear and ultimate despair surfaced in his eyes.He knew that man had returned...

Wen Shilin watched the scene blankly, not understanding what had happened. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.A figure in a brown trench coat slowly walked up the station steps, casually toying with the black gun. His eyes gleamed with amusement and cold killing intent."It's you... It's you again!!" Yan Shang screamed hysterically. "Why do you insist on killing me?! You've already destroyed everything I have! What would it matter if you just let me go? I swear I'll never oppose you again for the rest of my life... Why go so far as to wipe me out completely?!"

Under the relentless torment, Yan Shang's psychological defenses had completely crumbled. Chen Ling had given him hope repeatedly, only to personally push him into the abyss time and again. To him, this torment was no different from a slow, agonizing execution.

The figure scoffed, raising the black muzzle of the gun and aiming it at Yan Shang's despairing eyes."Someone like you... do you even deserve to be my opponent?"Bang, bang, bang—!Successive gunshots echoed in Wen Shilin's ears. Before his very eyes, Yan Shang's head seemed to explode into a red and white firework, splattering across the station steps.