King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 896 - 896 884 Indeed the Legal Code Is Right

Chapter 896: Chapter 884: Indeed, the Legal Code Is Right! Chapter 896: Chapter 884: Indeed, the Legal Code Is Right! Aeolus looked at the children in front of him, some only five or six years old, others still in swaddling clothes, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of emotions.

These were the results of his time spent as an enforcer, adhering to the mandates of the Legal Code.

The backgrounds of these children’s parents varied widely, including gamblers, drunkards, thieves, prostitutes, and even the purely lazy. According to the standards set by the Legal Code, none of these parents were deemed fit to raise their children. Therefore, following the provisions of the Legal Code, the enforcers took the children away from their parents.

Aeolus agreed with this approach and even felt that this aspect of the Legal Code was correct. If the Legal Code did not intervene in such cases, allowing these children to be raised by their parents,

another generation of useless gamblers, drunkards, and street thugs—the dregs of society—would emerge. However, after the intervention of the Legal Code, everything changed.

Xena Pus would allocate a batch of resources to train these legally orphaned children. Those with talent would enter the extraordinary education system established by the king of Xena Pus, completely altering their destinies.

Even those without the talent for cultivation would attend the Vocational Technical College set up specifically for commoners. There, they would learn skills that would enable them to survive and obtain a stable source of income for life.

They would also become part of the future Empire, small cogs contributing their insignificant power, having largely escaped their original destinies.

“Aeolus, stop looking; it’s time to send them off!” Dragon Girl Ann walked in, her face wearing a sweet smile as she looked at all the children in the room. No matter who their parents were, it had nothing to do with them.

“Yes!” Aeolus went over and picked up some of the smallest children. These kids were about to step onto the Teleportation Array for the first time, to be sent thousands of miles away to the Welfare Center.

These people possessed noble qualities, able to disregard what kind of people their parents were, but that didn’t mean that the other commoners could do the same.

Once these children were sent to cities thousands of miles away, no one would know who their parents were, so naturally, there would be no one to look at them with strange eyes.

They would grow up freely as ordinary children in cities far away, enjoying their futures full of light.

…

“Captain, we’ve received an anonymous tip-off letter; there’s a report of child abuse by a couple living at 133 Baker Street!”

“Hmm!” Aeolus lifted his head, looked around, and saw that all his teammates had left to enforce the law, leaving only the impulsive and blunt-speaking young man in front of him.

“Let’s go check it out together! If it is true, we will take the abused child with us!”

Aeolus sighed helplessly, picked up the cloak hanging nearby, fastened it around him, and then looked at the young man holding the tip-off letter at the door, “Let’s go!”

…

“Mom, this meat stew tastes awful!” A young child, no more than three or four, picked a piece of mushy meat from his bowl and, after chewing twice, showed immediate dissatisfaction and spat it onto the table.

The little boy’s behavior elicited envy from a little girl seated at the same dining table, her clothes merely rags sewn together. She glanced at her own bowl, which contained only vegetarian fare, no meat, the rice hard and unappetizing, the vegetable leaves wilted—leftovers from yesterday’s meal.

“How can you be so unappreciative? Do you know how hard it was to get meat in the old days?” The woman seated nearby, with a hint of severity in her knowledge, became visibly annoyed upon seeing her son take food for granted.

“I don’t like it; I don’t want it!” The boy pursed his lips in discontent, complaining about the tasteless and tough meat—who would want to eat that!

“You…” Anger flared on the woman’s face, she put down her chopsticks with a slap, raised her hand, and swung it down hard, but the slap, intended for her son, landed on the girl sitting nearby, who had done nothing wrong.

The sudden slap, combined with the force of her hand, sent the little girl from the table to the floor without any defense, and her food scattered on the ground alongside her.

The sight only made the woman frown, not because she regretted the force of her slap, but because the floor was now dirty, which only added to her irritation.

She stood up, walked over to her daughter, and kicked her. The little girl’s thin body was sent sliding across the floor by the force of the kick,

“You won’t be eating today’s meal either. Get up and grab the broom to clean this place up.”

The little girl, who had just been slapped and kicked, did not cry or make a fuss. Her exposed skin was covered with dense scars, which she had grown accustomed to enduring ever since she became conscious.

She held back her pain, slightly staggering to her feet, then went outside to retrieve a broom as tall as she was, and began to sweep up the scattered lunch on the floor.

Her father sat coldly at the table, eating his food, indifferent to the scene of his wife beating their daughter—a sight he simply ignored. Some of the wounds on the daughter’s body were inflicted by him.

The girl’s brother, the child who had complained about the meat not being tasty, watched the familiar scene with a grin. He saw nothing wrong with it, for from the time he was aware, his father and mother had always beaten his sister like this.

“You’re sweeping too slowly!” The woman who had sat down to eat furrowed her brows upon seeing her daughter’s unsteady sweeping. A feeling of irritation rose within her as she remembered the trifling matters of the past few days, and she suddenly became angry.

She stood up, grabbed a wooden stick hanging on the wall, and began to viciously lash at her daughter, who was dutifully sweeping the floor.

With just the first hit, the little girl was knocked to the ground. Then, instinctively curling up, she braced herself for the seemingly endless beating. Still, she neither cried out nor made a fuss.

“What a tough, nasty piece of work!” the woman muttered discontentedly after a while. Tossing aside the stick, she walked over to her daughter, bent down, grabbed her hair, and, like a demon from hell, lifted her daughter and repeatedly slammed her to the floor.

At this moment, there were still no cries or protests; the little girl remained silent and still, her expression numb, her eyes hollow, as though her existence was merely to serve as a punching bag for her parents’ negative emotions.

“Stop!” Suddenly, a voice filled with furious rage entered the girl’s ears, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.

The girl, who had been numb, struggled to turn her head toward the source of the noise and saw two young men dressed in white coming through her family’s shattered front door.

“Enforcers?” The woman, previously fierce like a demon, stared in shock at the two young men who had kicked down her front door and stormed in. She let go of the girl’s hair and pushed her behind herself,

“What is this? What gives you the right to burst in here? Even if you are enforcers, you have no authority to trespass in a private residence!”

“Since you know we’re enforcers, then you should be aware that our presence here means you have already violated the legal code!”

Aeolus’s expression was icy as he looked at the woman in front of him and the man who had nervously stood up beside her. Then he walked toward the little girl who the woman had pulled behind her.

“What violation of the legal code? You two youngsters had better not make groundless slanders, or else I won’t let this go,” the woman said.

Aeolus ignored her and advanced to her, his voice cold as he said two words, “Move aside!”

“How dare you curse at me?!” the woman said angrily, raising her hand to point at Aeolus’s nose, “What are your names? I’m going to file a complaint against you!”

“Are you deaf? The captain told you to get out of the way, you shrew. Or should I help you?” The other young man who had come with Aeolus was also angry, stepping forward with wrath cropping up on his face.

His body was wrapped in blue and white thunder, constantly crackling around him. He had been shocked by the scene detected by his mental power, and he too was consumed with rage. His cultivated Fighting Qi was of the thunder attribute, fitting his quick-tempered nature.

“You two?” The woman, initially brazen-faced, was silenced by the sight of the youth covered in thunder. Reluctantly, she stepped aside, revealing the little girl behind her.

Aeolus crouched down, looked at the little girl with a numb expression and hollow eyes, then observed the shocking scars on her bare skin, his face showing a gentle smile, “Don’t be afraid, big brother is here to save you!”

After speaking, Aeolus began to carefully inspect the little girl’s wounds, and with each injury he found, his anger intensified. It was evident that the girl’s body had experienced more than one unrestrained beating.

Although she might have appeared normal overall, many of her bones were deformed—not from congenital issues, but due to extrinsic factors. Moreover, her skin bore multiple layers of scars, and even her internal organs were problematic.

“Just as I thought, the legal code is not wrong! Some people simply do not deserve to be parents!”