Chapter 357: You Can't Do Anything

Audience Expectation: 3Current Expectation: 69

As Chen Ling consecutively shot dead the five judges, the expectation value reached its final stage. His wild laughter gradually subsided, and his gaze coldly swept over the throngs of people surging out… There was one last fish that slipped through the net, blending in among them.

This judge was quite cunning. After rushing into the crowd immediately, he slipped into a theatrical robe that someone else hadn't had time to take off. With his back to Chen Ling, it was difficult for Chen Ling to clearly distinguish who he was in the darkness.

As he squinted to identify the person, a young girl quietly extended a foot from a dark corner…

“Ouch!”

A bulky figure tripped and fell to the ground with a thud!

Chen Ling immediately turned his gaze. The figure had tripped and fallen, his face obscured, but Chen Ling recognized his hand at a glance – a hand covered with long, dark hair, which had left a deep impression on him. After all, he had seen this very hand drag the young girl into the office earlier, right at the door.

When his gaze fell upon the girl's face, his eyes narrowed slightly…

“Damn it, it’s you? You filthy bitch, how dare you trip me?!”

The judge looked up, saw Liu Qingyan’s downcast face, and instantly flew into a rage, swinging a slap at her cheek!

Crack—

Liu Qingyan couldn't dodge. Her cheek swelled red, her dishevelled hair fell around her, and trickles of blood seeped from her tightly bitten lips…

She slowly raised her bowed head. Beneath her messy fringe, her swollen, red eyes blazed with defiance and rage.

“Don’t forget who gave you this chance to pass! And now you dare to trip me?! I’ll damn well beat you to death, you filthy bitch! You whore! You slut…!” The judge cursed, raising his hand again to strike her. Just then, a figure appeared behind him.

SMACK—!!!

A slap, over ten times louder than the previous one, rang out, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

Liu Qingyan, who had closed her eyes, paused slightly. When she slowly opened them, she saw the figure in red had already reached the judge's side.

“The last bit… is all on you.” Chen Ling, casually holding an iron bar he’d found somewhere, indifferently looked down at the last person on the ground. After taking a deep breath, he raised the iron bar and swung it whistling down towards the man’s head!

Thud!!

Thud!!!

One strike, then another, and another!!

With each strike, the judge's body on the ground convulsed violently. Warm blood splattered onto Liu Qingyan’s cheeks and skirt, making her face turn incredibly pale.

Audience Expectation: 3Current Expectation: 72

As these lines of text appeared, Chen Ling finally stopped, the iron bar in his hand now bent from the impacts. He cast a fleeting glance at the body on the ground, which had been reduced to a pulp, then casually dropped the bar and turned to leave.

From start to finish, he never once looked at Liu Qingyan, who was nearby.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingyan, covered in blood, stared blankly at the receding figure in the crimson theatrical robe.

Every bullet he fired, every swing of the iron bar, every splatter of blood and brains – all were deeply etched into her soul. In her eyes, only the red-clad figure’s retreating back remained.

Liu Qingyan’s body began to tremble. She looked down at the pulpy mess on the ground beneath her feet. The grimness that Chen Ling had personally shattered transformed into power, continuously flowing into her body…

Driven by hatred, Liu Qingyan snatched up the iron bar from the ground and, like a madwoman, relentlessly struck the pulp again and again!!

The girl's slender frame couldn't muster much force, yet with each strike, she vented her resentment and grievances. She continued to strike, blow after blow, until her hands were numb from the impact, and the pulp bore no resemblance to a human form. Only then did she release the iron bar from her grasp.

Clang—

The iron bar clanged as it hit the ground. Liu Qingyan, having expended all her strength, weakly sank to the floor. Her black pleated skirt bloomed in the spreading pool of blood, like blood-colored petals slowly opening.

Just then, as if sensing something, she suddenly looked up with a puzzled expression into the emptiness…

“He’s here!!”

“We’ve found the red-clad killer! He’s still on stage!!”

“He’s armed! Everyone prepare your weapons! Be ready to kill on sight!!”

“This corpse is just a bloody mess… His methods are so brutal? It’s been a long time since such a heinous incident occurred in the Mortal Realm!”

“There’s also a survivor, a girl, but she seems to be in shock… What did this beast do to the girl??”

“Protect the girl!! Everyone else! Come with me to apprehend him!!”

A large group of figures, dressed in black clothes and pants with brown gun holsters strapped to their bodies, surged in from outside the door, their gaze instantly locking onto Chen Ling on the stage!

One group protected Liu Qingyan, while the others unhesitatingly drew their guns, completely surrounding Chen Ling on the stage. There were over thirty people in total, countless dark muzzles pointed at Chen Ling’s head, seemingly poised to pull the trigger at any moment.

“Drop your weapon! Don’t make any sudden moves! You are surrounded!”

“Whoever you are, if you dare to act so brazenly in Willow Town, you’ve chosen the wrong place!”

“You have trampled on the theater’s order, killing seven people on the spot, and you still refuse to surrender!!”

The leading officer spoke with a furious roar, his voice echoing like a great bell throughout the empty venue.

The fierce flames on the trolley gradually died down, leaving Supervisor Sun’s body burned beyond recognition. The figure in red stood calmly under the spotlight, a sneer on his lips.

“Theater’s order?”

“Hahahahah…”

“Yes, I trampled on it! And I killed them too.”

“What… can any of you do to me?”

Within his calm voice lay an unparalleled arrogance that shook the numerous officers to their core. Having served as officers in Willow Town for so many years, this was the first time they had encountered such a situation, and they were momentarily intimidated by Chen Ling’s aura.

The leading officer frowned. He looked at the black veil covering Chen Ling’s face. Although he couldn't see Chen Ling’s expression, he felt an inexplicable sense of danger.

He no longer hesitated and immediately gave the order:

“Open fire!!”

Bang bang bang bang—!!

Over a dozen guns fired simultaneously, bullets swarming into the body clad in red, and countless crimson blossoms erupted on the stage!

Liu Qingyan, who was being carried away by several officers, was startled by the sound. She snapped back to reality and looked at the stage, her pupils contracting violently!

“No… don’t…” she murmured.

Just as she struggled, trying to get down, she heard a burst of unrestrained, wild laughter emanating from the stage!

Under the spotlight, the bullet-ridden figure was roaring with laughter. His body had turned entirely crimson, merging with the scarlet theatrical robe.

He stood, swaying precariously, in a pool of blood.

“What… you think you can kill me… without aiming for the head?”

Chen Ling scoffed. Before everyone’s eyes, he raised the gun in his hand, slowly pressing the cold muzzle against his own chin…

“I told you, you can’t do anything.”

Bang—!

The final bullet was used by Chen Ling to personally shatter his own skull!