"Capture the Sunset King alive, rescue the proprietress!"
"Capture the Sunset King alive, rescue the proprietress!"
Neat slogans echoed through the heavens and earth, bewildering not only Ye Zixiao but also all the soldiers of the Hungry Wolf Legion. Ye Zixiao wasn't the proprietress's boss, so why were the refugees shouting about rescuing the proprietress?!
In fact.
Most of the refugees were also bewildered?!
They didn't know who the boss was, nor why they were shouting like this! But the slogan had already spread, and the refugees didn't bother with the 'why' anymore. They just shouted and got it done.
Over four million people!
The impact of the slogans was indescribable.
The synchronized roar of four million people was even more shocking than the thirty million artillery shells. This made all the refugees surge with hot blood, and it sent the defending troops inside the city into a state of panic.
When the dense masses of refugees breached the city walls and the already shattered four city gates, most of the Sun City's defending forces directly chose to surrender. They had lost all will to resist!
"Don't kill me!"
"I have no gun, I surrender."
"It's all the Sunset King's fault."
"Please, spare me!"
"…!"
The entire Sun City was filled with such cries and pleas. When soldiers were cornered by refugees, they were at best beaten, at worst killed directly. Even those who surrendered were not spared.
The city's inhabitants were in chaos.
The refugees who broke in were even more chaotic.
These low-class people who had suffered starvation for too many years and were once not even qualified to enter the city, once they stormed in and gained the upper hand, they would bring a huge disaster to the rich.
The soldiers were being beaten.
The wealthy upper class were also being beaten.
Shops were being smashed.
The entire Sun City was filled with shouts of killing and crying. The wealthy upper class scurried around like ants on a hot pan, trying to evade the refugees. The formerly lowest-class refugees had now become the masters.
As the saying goes, heaven's cycle of retribution is just.
Once.
The rich didn't even glance at the refugees.
Now.
They directly knelt when they encountered refugees.
The richer they were, the more they feared death. The more they feared death, the weaker they became. Some wealthy people willingly handed over all their wealth to survive, while others knelt on the ground and kowtowed to survive.
Four million people stormed into Sun City.
This city was utterly ruined!
Not far from the royal palace, in an inconspicuous small courtyard, a woman wrapped in a black robe stood in a daze for a long time, asking in disbelief, "The city is broken? They've attacked?"
Beside her, a man also wrapped in a black robe said with a sigh, "Very interesting, and also absurd. The first to attack wasn't your husband, but those pitiful refugees."
"What are they shouting?"
"They're shouting, 'Rescue the proprietress.'"
"Who is the proprietress?"
"It's you!"
After a simple exchange, the man in the black robe walked out of the small courtyard. Outside the courtyard, many plainclothes bodyguards were strictly guarding. These people were of extremely high caliber, all top-tier killers.
"To the palace!"
The man in black said after getting into the car.
"Do we still need to go?"
A man in the passenger seat turned and asked.
"We must go. I have endured for so many years for this day. The heinous Sunset King must not die too easily. I want to make him wish he were dead."
The man in black said with great determination.
Inside the small courtyard.
The woman in black stood there blankly, unconsciously curling her lips, and murmured, "I am unfortunate, yet also extremely fortunate. To attack a city for me, what woman could not love such a man?!"
In the chaotic royal palace area.
The protesting rich had all fled.
At this moment, a large number of refugees surrounded the royal palace. Under the command of a leader named Scarface, they began to attack the remaining less than ten thousand Royal Guards with all sorts of mismatched weapons.
"Go, fight them to the death!"
"Damn it, capture Storm alive."
"You son of a bitch, I'll get revenge."
"Charge!"
Amidst a series of fierce roars and curses, countless refugees charged forward. They rushed towards the royal palace, ignoring the bullets from the Royal Guards, and throwing caution to the wind.
The Royal Guards were on the verge of collapse.
Many soldiers threw down their guns and began to flee.
Just as the royal palace was about to be overrun, King Storm, along with his many confidantes and some of his beloved women, escaped through a secret tunnel beneath the palace, heading towards a废弃的 park.
"Support me, damn it, support me."
In the secret tunnel, Emperor Storm ran in a very disheveled manner.
"Your Majesty, slow down!"
"We're almost out."
"Your Majesty, we will return."
"Damn Ye Zixiao."
Some loyal ministers and officers, even at this moment, were still flattering the king. They hated Ye Zixiao to the bone, but never thought that they and their king were wrong.
"Ah, I'm injured!"
A beauty accidentally injured her leg. She sat on the ground and shouted at the king, "My dearest King, save me quickly! I don't want to be left behind, I am your most beloved woman!"
The Sunset King suddenly turned around.
He raised his hand and fired a shot.
Bang!
The bullet pierced the woman's head, and she fell dead on the spot. You could say she was pathetic, as she willingly allowed herself to be harmed by the king. You could also say she wasn't pathetic, as she was killed by her king in the filth.
"Useless trash, keep running."
The Sunset King turned ferociously and continued to flee.
No one would pity that woman.
Run, run, run…
After running for an unknown amount of time, light finally appeared ahead. The exhausted Sunset King suddenly regained his strength. He pushed aside two officers who were supporting him and was the first to rush out of the opening.
"Hahahaha…"
The Sunset King, who rushed out, laughed to the sky.
But in the next second, he froze!
Then, most of the people who followed him out were also stunned into place, because near the exit, in the desolate park, at least two to three hundred people had gathered.
These people were dressed the same as the strong men who incited the rich to attack the palace, all in ordinary sportswear. But each of them had sharp eyes, all of them were unparalleled masters.
The person in the lead was wrapped in a black robe.
He lowered his head and walked towards the Sunset King.
"Guo Guo Guo, State Preceptor?!"
The Sunset King, at the forefront, stuttered.
"My God, it really is the State Preceptor!"
"State Preceptor, are you here to pick us up?"
"That's great, that's really great!"
The officials who rushed out afterwards, upon seeing the State Preceptor present, instantly felt that salvation had arrived, because in the hearts of the officials of the Sunset Kingdom, the State Preceptor Hei Mang had always been sacred and invincible.
Swish…
The strong men instantly surrounded them.
Even the exit was blocked.
"Something's not right?!"
"State Preceptor, what's going on?"
"You, you, you, what do you want to do?"
Some officials had already sensed danger.
"Hahahaha, damn it!"
The usually calm and mysterious State Preceptor actually swore! He stepped forward, pointed at the Sunset King's nose, and cursed, "You piece of shit, you really deserve to die. I've put up with you for eight years."
"Insolent!"
"Bastard, how dare you disrespect the King?"
"State Preceptor, are you tired of living?"
The loyal ministers were still fawning over the king.
"Whoever speaks, kill them."
The State Preceptor Hei Mang suddenly gave the order.
Swish!
Puff puff puff…
A gust of wind sounded, a cold light flashed, and several close-range strong men drew their knives and attacked. The heads of the ministers who had just shouted at the State Preceptor fell to the ground one after another.
Thump!
Thump, thump…
A series of headless corpses fell to the ground!
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
King Storm roared ferociously.
"Who am I? I'm your father!"
The State Preceptor Hei Mang suddenly kicked the King Storm, knocking him to the ground. Without pausing, he kicked again, shattering the King's vital spot. With a third kick, the King's waist was broken!
"My surname is Ye, Ye Zixiao's Ye!"
Hei Mang, who had disabled the Sunset King, said with a smile.
He took off his hood.
Revealing the face of a middle-aged Ye Zixiao.