The frenzied crowd was dispersed by the saber-wielding guards, but only a few mangled corpses remained. In particular, Warrick's body had been reduced to a pile of flesh and blood, and it was impossible to tell that he had once been a human.
Blood had stained everyone's hands and clothes, as well as the rocks that they were still holding in their hands.
They didn't go very far. Instead, they stood off to the side in silence again.
They looked at the corpses on the ground, as well as the saber-wielding guards and the pot-bellied middle-aged man — Governor Woodrow.
"This … My Warrick!" Woodrow stepped forward and looked at the pile of flesh and blood on the ground. Only his blood-stained clothes and the knight badge that had been stomped into the ground could be identified. His face instantly paled, and all of the fat on his body trembled. His outstretched hands stopped in mid-air, and he took a few deep breaths as a ferocious expression gradually appeared on his face. He glared at everyone present with a ferocious gaze as he spat through gritted teeth, "Who did this? Who killed my Warrick?! "
The blood-stained people were still looking at him in silence, but this time, they didn't back down or back down. In fact, they didn't even put down the rocks in their hands.
Everything was very silent, and no sound could be heard.
Meg looked at the obese Woodrow. It appeared that he was the one who was supporting Warrick. Warrick had been able to wreak havoc for so many years, and Woodrow was undoubtedly his biggest backer.
As for how many benefits he had reaped from Warrick's crimes, that was unknown, but the number of people who had been oppressed and humiliated by him was no less than Warrick's.
He wasn't the one who committed the crimes, but he was the true demon king.
"It was me." Just as Mag was about to speak, the first old man stepped forward. He gritted his teeth as he glared at Woodrow, and said, "I killed him, and I even bit off one of his ears. It's in my stomach right now; do you want to cut open my stomach to take a look?"
Woodrow's lips trembled at the sight of the old man's bloodied face, and he pointed at him with an enraged expression as he roared, "How could an old bastard like you kill Warrick? How dare you eat his ear? Capture him, cut off his ear, and send him to the Bastie Prison!"
"I've worked in the mines for my entire life. My two sons died in the mines three years ago. Our entire family sacrificed everything for the crystal mines in Chaos City. That goddamn bastard raped my daughter-in-law, and even my six-year-old granddaughter. My daughter-in-law hung herself with my granddaughter, but no one gave me any justice! I've lived for so long so that I can kill that bastard Warrick one day! I want nothing more than to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and chew on his bones! " The old man stared at Woodrow with bloodshot eyes, pointed a broken finger at him, and roared at the top of his lungs, "Inspector? You dog official, you will get your retribution! "
"Catch him! Make him shut up! "Woodrow was so angry that his entire body was trembling. Two guards stepped forward with their swords raised.
"I'll be waiting for you down there. Warrick is going to die, and you're going to die as well! I'll be waiting for you, dog official. "The old man took a glance at Meg before committing suicide right in front of Woodrow.
Woodrow looked at the old man's corpse, and he reflexively took a couple of steps backward. A chill ran down his spine, and the words that the old man had said before his death kept reverberating in his mind.
Warrick was dead, so who was next?
Woodrow was starting to panic.
"Who killed Warrick?! If you guys dare to harbor the murderer, I'll throw all of you into the Bastie Prison and let you experience all kinds of torture. You won't be able to come out for the rest of your lives! "Woodrow said coldly as he forced himself to calm down. He was surrounded by guards, and he looked at everyone.
"It was me. I smashed his finger off with a rock, and he took my little sister away. Three days later, I found her in a river. I think I heard her say that she was very cold, but she couldn't speak anymore. I buried her, and then I wanted to kill him." A young man who was as thin as a bamboo pole took a step forward. He appeared to be no more than 11 or 12 years of age, but he possessed a level of calmness that belied his age.
"It was me. I gouged out his eyeballs, just like how he gouged out my mother's eyeballs …"
One person after another stepped forward and recounted their past events to Woodrow without any hint of fear.
Looks like letting him die like that was too easy for him. Mag looked at the old man's corpse lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and then at the people walking out one by one. He heaved an internal sigh, and a sense of fury began to rise from the bottom of his heart.
He knew that even in Chaos City, there was darkness everywhere. Even in a modern society, there was no light everywhere, so how could this city, which was progressing on the path of law and equality, be completely immune to this?
However, never would he have thought that this darkness would be such a vicious vortex. The same tragedy was being repeated over and over again. They lived in a city that was renowned for its equality, but their lives were not respected in the slightest.
That human scum who had died at his hands, as well as this man who had become his bodyguard, deserved to die.
Woodrow looked at the people around him. In the past, all of them had appeared to be scrawny black rats, but now, all of them had crazed looks in their eyes. People who didn't even fear death were the most terrifying things to behold.
"That's him, Governor! He's the one who sent Colin flying with a kick! He must've killed Master Warrick! No matter how many of these black rats there are, there's no way that they would be a match for Master Warrick. Otherwise, they wouldn't have waited until today to act! " Right at this moment, a thin young man standing beside Woodrow pointed at Mag, who was standing at the back of the crowd.
Woodrow turned to Meg with a hint of surprise on his face. This man clearly didn't belong here. Why would this place, which had always been as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water, suddenly erupt into such an uproar? There was a very good chance that this man was the culprit behind Warrick's death. He waved a hand through the air, and commanded, "Arrest him!"
"That guy challenged me, and I killed him. According to the laws of Chaos City, you have no right to arrest me." Meg stood on the spot, and looked at Woodrow with a calm expression as he said, "Besides, what you should be worrying about now is how you're going to make arrangements for your own funeral. After committing so many evil deeds, I'm sure you're going to die just as tragically as he did."
Woodrow looked at Meg and burst into laughter. He was laughing so hard that tears were welling up in his eyes. In the end, he suddenly stood up straight, and the smile on his face completely faded. He pointed at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, and gritted his teeth as he said, "I don't have a son. Warrick has been by my side ever since he was five years old. I raised him like a son, and he was going to inherit everything that I had. However, you killed him, and you didn't even leave me a complete corpse.
I'm going to kill you! I'm going to chop you and that little girl into pieces and feed them to the dogs! I'm going to show you the pain of losing a child!
As for these black rats, I'm going to throw them all into Bastie Prison, and they'll never be able to come out again!
In this place, I am the king, and no one can defy my will!
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