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Chapter 599 - 313: You Call This Being Bullied? (June Monthly Ticket Extra 6/8)_2

Chapter 599: Chapter 313: You Call This Being Bullied? (June Monthly Ticket Extra 6/8)_2

So, when they learned that something happened to the Holy Council as a group, but the base was fine, they were not in a hurry. They were still busy coordinating and investigating various aspects.

But Dean was different.

The family behind this guy, from a Western perspective, wasn’t top-tier, but his personal strength was very strong, and he had the potential to threaten the status of some of their families.

Endangering their own interests.

They had to act quickly.

..

Late at night.

More than ten aircraft arrived at the base.

Brington once again brought a group of people to greet them.

The reception room where Brian and his group were located was very high up and directly overlooked the entire airport.

He glanced over and was slightly puzzled.

The guests, all middle-aged men and women dressed like upper-class individuals, did not seem to have strong abilities themselves.

Brian turned his head to Dean, "Dean, why do those who come from the families look so weak?"

Hearing this, Dean grinned, "Does it feel disjointed?"

Brian nodded, "Yes, some of them just look like younger ordinary people, not even First Rank Lives. It’s ironic that such a group of people hold power in this era. After all, some mutants with special abilities could easily kill them; they’re hardly protectable."

"It’s quite normal."

Dean pulled out a stick of Heavenly Grass and lit it with his fingers.

Whenever he smoked this stuff, it meant that his emotions were beginning to destabilize.

In the faintly foul-smelling smoke, Dean spoke ambiguously:

"These are remnants of the old era.

They can’t keep up with the new era’s pace, yet they controlled many of their families’ interests during the old era.

Although big families are very ruthless, these people are your family, your parents. You also worry that newcomers will treat you cruelly, so it eventually led to the current situation.

A peaceful transition requires time.

Not only these families, including my own Adams family, are the same.

That’s also why I live on an island with a group of people, instead of staying in my family’s garden."

So that was it...

After hearing Dean’s explanation, Brian nodded.

..

After waiting for a moment.

A group of people led by Brington arrived at the high-rise reception room where Dean and his party were.

These people had probably discussed how to confront Dean on the way here.

The oldest-looking white man, walking at the forefront with a cane, was the first to enter the reception room and spoke unceremoniously, "Dean, what are you doing at the Deep Sea Base? You’re not welcome here!"

His aura was very weak, the kind of ordinary person Brian mentioned that wasn’t even a First Rank Life.

Facing the ferocious T-Rex that was Dean, his tone was very harsh, showing no respect for the powerful.

That was the confidence power gave him.

Dean obviously didn’t expect his reputation to have weakened so greatly.

He slowly stood up, came to the old man, titled his head to look at him, then cracked a smile.

Seeing this expression, Brington’s face changed, "Dean, calm down!"

Dean shrugged, "Brington, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face, but his attitude is clearly bullying me!"

His smile grew wider, "Use my people for human experiments, trample on my dignity, and when I come to seek an explanation, you still want to bully me..."

Dean looked at the people behind the old man, "You all feel the same way?"

The people behind the old man remained silent.

Seeing this, Dean nodded.

The next moment.

Boom~

Accompanied by splashes of red and white, a headless corpse with a cane stood in place, no longer able to meet Dean’s gaze...

Everyone:...

You call this being bullied?

...

Dean was very satisfied with his skillful use of force.

Only explode the head, not move the body.

The artistry in this strike was very high.

He continued to look at the people drenched in blood and flesh, "Stop testing me. This matter needs to be settled. I respect the rules, but if you don’t respect me, I don’t mind risking being strangled to kill all of you. Then we’ll see who benefits in the end."

Third Rank Life is like a walking tactical nuclear bomb.

It isn’t lethal yet, but it had already gained the qualification to rely on personal military power and collective negotiations.

Moreover, behind Dean, there were not only allies but also families.

Once the war started, the outcome was unpredictable.

But the consequences were definitely something they didn’t want to see.

In such a tense atmosphere, a handsome man wearing glasses pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, took off his glasses, and slowly wiped the blood and flesh off, "I told you, you are not one to compromise, General Brington. Have someone clean up here. We need a good talk with Mr. Dean first, then deal with the base matter."

Saying that, he also raised his eyebrows at Dean, "After killing the old man of the Walton family, you couldn’t possibly kill me.. unless you don’t want compensation."

Dean’s face darkened.

This guy’s frivolous smile made it clear he was up to no good.

Seeing that an agreement was reached between the two parties, disappointment flashed through Brington’s eyes.

He nodded and walked out with his secretary.

..

Before long, the headless corpse that had first spoken was hauled away like garbage, and the scene was cleaned by robots.

People also underwent a brief cleaning, then sat down in two rows in the reception room.

One row consisted of Dean and Brian.

The other row was led by the man with glasses, representing various families.

No one seemed concerned about the old man who was blown up anymore.

They had considered this possibility before negotiating.

Otherwise, why would an old man be the representative?

Looking at the cleaned-up people, Dean knocked on the table and pointed at Brian sitting neatly on the side, now somehow wearing gold-rimmed glasses,

"Brington might not know the inside story, but I don’t believe you don’t either!

How could you beasts bring yourselves to harm Brian, who is top in talent and looks, has a sense of social responsibility, and is deeply devoted to his work?

Even in his last moments, he didn’t know what was happening and was still trying to reverse-engineer the pollution to solve humanity’s crisis, disregarding his own life, begging me to convey the principle to you, or else he couldn’t rest even in death.

Bullying such a good person!

Do you even have any humanity?"

The man with glasses coughed awkwardly, "Dean, calm down. I understand how you feel, and I investigated the matter on my way here. It truly was our fault, but they have already been punished."

Saying so, he clapped his hands.

A side robot’s eyes lit up, projecting an image onto a blank wall.

Inside a luxurious conference room, an old man screamed in agony, his body swelling with tumors, then sores broke out over his body; he fell to the ground, reaching toward a horrified crowd as if begging for help.

Then purification drones appeared, burning him to death with flames.

The old man’s dreadful death was just the beginning.

This clean and shiny crowd, after arguing and chaos, moved apart but soon found a drone dropping down and aiming its flame nozzle at them.

Just when they were about to meet a horrible death, those red-glowing drones seemed to receive an order and stopped their actions.

Just as the crowd sighed in relief,

An even more brutal scene unfolded.

If the old man’s dying process was merely cruel, then their dying process was gruesome!

Some seemed to have concentrated sulfuric acid injected into their bodies, screaming as they watched their flesh slowly dissolve like melting wax figures; their flesh separated from their bones, melting into a pile of mush..

Some had their genetics go haywire; horns grew on faces, mouths covered arms and torsos until they died from total body mutation, energy depleted, turning into twisted mummies that could bring nightmares with a single glance..

Others’ body trunks seemed to develop minds of their own, eyes, tongues, ears, noses, each detaching independently..

The entire scene was twisted and eerie.

..

Watching this footage, Dean felt uncomfortably compelled to touch his own hands.

Too disgusting.

He looked at Brian with puzzled eyes: you call this being bullied?

Dean felt like he had no grounds to speak now.

The perpetrators had suffered a thousand times worse than the victims.

Even talking about compensation seemed baseless now.

Brian responded to Dean with a bashful smile.

He hadn’t expected that deliberately infecting himself and becoming a new source of infection would result in such a vile and twisted killing effect!

It was like a common cold virus being cultured in his body and transforming directly into a hell demon.

Thrilling, too thrilling!