Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 435 - 386: Follow the Vine to Find the Melon, Leave Your Body Intact

Chapter 435: Chapter 386: Follow the Vine to Find the Melon, Leave Your Body Intact

"Speak, who exactly gave the order?"

Zhou Ping’an quickly arrived at the parachute landing spot of the two men and effortlessly captured the two pilots.

Without wasting words, he directly activated the Five Desires Evil Art, employing the desire for "greed" to bewilder the mind and the desire for "fame" to entice...

"Zhou Ping’an, it’s you, the target..."

With their minds clouded, a square-faced pilot was overjoyed to see Zhou Ping’an and was about to say more when Zhou Ping’an sharply commanded him to halt, and he immediately responded, "It’s Director Huang, he brought a team of 350 elite armored troops, following closely behind. I heard that they are to cooperate with the Linhai attack to eliminate any targets that slip through."

"We are from the Ninth Field, and this time we deployed under the guise of a drill..."

"There’s an order personally signed by the camp commander."

Fearing that they spoke too slowly, the two dove in one after the other, spilling the details about how they received their mission, what their goals were, who was the direct officer, and who signed the orders—every detail was clearly stated.

"You can go to die now."

Zhou Ping’an pulled out his Golden Eagle Pistol, and with a snap, snap, ended their suffering.

This time, he chose to reveal his ability to control others’ emotions and compel them to tell the truth.

It was less about intimidation than it was about bearing witness.

For, this time was unlike his days in Proluo State.

Regardless of who struck first, it ultimately was a conflict among Zhuxia’s "own people."

It is important to ensure "a just cause" for one’s military actions.

You cannot merely start fighting at will.

Nor can you arbitrarily involve innocent people.

It isn’t about evading responsibilities later, but for the increasing number of viewers in the live broadcast, to unite them in a shared anger, making them feel better psychologically.

After all, the perception and inclination of these viewers affect the rate at which he gains Power of Wishes and improves his strength.

This cannot be taken lightly.

If the majority of viewers were to deem him a ruthless mass-murdering devil,

Instead of contributing Power of Wishes, they would probably contribute "Resentment Power."

Then what’s the point of continuing the live broadcast?

After shooting the two paratroopers,

Zhou Ping’an didn’t want to ask any further.

Because ahead, a long convoy rumbled forward, tank tracks flattening the long grass, and artillery shells roared.

Fifty soldiers in mechanical armors, holding excessively large rifles, poured down a barrage of bullets like a waterfall.

These were the "Cleanup Squad".

Zhou Ping’an’s ears could even discern, amidst the countless screeching, bursting sounds, and countless roars, a voice issuing commands.

"Encircle, form a fan-shaped enclosure; even if it’s a bird or a rabbit, blast it to pieces, don’t let it get close?"

"You know nothing of martial arts."

Zhou Ping’an sneered.

With one step, he crossed a kilometer.

And he was among the troops.

The air behind him stretched out in a long sonic boom tunnel; white ripples spanned a kilometer and lingered long after.

Facing the enemy who attacked him proactively,

There wasn’t much to say.

The blade flashed back and forth, and the sharp Sword Qi seemed eager to slice the very sky to pieces.

Whether it was mechanical armors or coordinated infantry, under the keen and invigorating light of Cang Yue’s precious blade, they crumbled like soil.

Inside the live broadcast, viewers silently counted, reaching only the seventh count.

The entire team of 350 mechanical armored troops had been reduced to debris.

Only one person remained alive.

It was a middle-aged man in uniform, his face blank, his trousers dripping with stains.

Zhou Ping’an somewhat disdainfully pulled him from the bisected cabin, held him out at arm’s length, and pinched his nose, enduring the unpleasant stench.

"Name, position, under whose orders you came to attack, what was your mission?"

Under the influence of the Five Desires Evil Art, let alone his will being completely shattered, even under normal circumstances, he had utterly no resistance.

At this moment, completely involuntarily, he spilled everything about how he received the dispatch, led the troops out, and who else was involved.

...

The Ninth Field Garrison.

Several officers all looked as pale as ghosts.

One blurted out in rage, "Useless, achieving nothing; in such a situation, the entire army was annihilated?"

"Stop scolding, Zhou Ping’an is too condemnable, revealing all these details and broadcasting them live for everyone to see. Should we contact National Tianyin to suppress this matter?"

"If it was earlier, perhaps we could have suppressed it, but now who dares to suppress it? They are not afraid of Zhou Ping’an storming in? Gentlemen, we need a plan for how to deal with this..."

"What plan? This is your Huang Family’s matter; what does it have to do with us? Besides, even if Zhou Ping’an is daring, would he really dare to come to a field garrison?"

"Yes, yes, we are responsible for defending this territory, guarding against the Silver Wolf Mountain Range. If anything goes wrong, a million Beast Tide attacking Linhai, who could bear that responsibility? As long as he doesn’t seek death, he won’t come to assault the barracks..."

"Quickly, issue the order, all defense weapons, keep them activated, and prepare for the highest level of Beast Tide..."

In the meeting room, more than ten military officers were staring at the live broadcast of Zhou Ping’an, all looking troubled.

A general had just spoken when he noticed the live broadcast scene looked familiar, especially the Winged Tiger reliefs on either side of the hall where Zhou Ping’an stood, which looked like something he saw every day.

"No, he is already here."

A colonel, nearly fifty, suddenly yelled out loud.

In the Ninth Field Campsite, having spent a full twenty years, from a recruit to the current Logistics Officer, he knew every blade of grass and every tree in the camp like the back of his hand.

The Winged Tiger Relief had even been commissioned by him personally from Linhai’s best stonemason and sculptor as a cultural marker for the campsite.

Everyone who came to the meeting hall always praised it.

Zhou Ping’an, clad in a neat Police Security uniform, stood in front [...]

After all, this is not ancient times, everything must accommodate the values of the people.

However, not implicating others does not mean forgiving them.

The relevant personnel and those who couldn’t see the situation clearly, no matter how many of them died, it was not a pity.

"Slap, slap..."

By the conference table, at this moment, two who couldn’t grasp the situation were drawing short guns from under the table, their foreheads already bore bullet holes.

"He wants to kill us all, let’s fight him!"

Three more drew their guns.

Similarly, three corpses appeared in the conference room.

In the camp, countless footsteps resounded, and dense masses of soldiers mobilized.

"Zhou Ping’an, you dare to storm into the Ninth Field Campsite and begin a massacre. With the Beast Tide approaching, if we cannot resist, you will be the criminal of the world."

An elderly military officer with white hair shouted, his eyes red as he seemingly foresaw a dire outcome.

"It seems there are still many who aren’t afraid of death."

Zhou Ping’an suddenly laughed.

Pressure with righteousness.

Compel with the overall situation.

It’s nothing more than wanting me to swallow this bitter pill, to hold back my breath, to retreat obediently, and not to pursue the matter further.

As if things were that easy.

Whoever does wrong, is there anyone not responsible?

The world doesn’t operate on that principle.

...

...

When Zhou Ping’an stepped on the flowing thick blood and left the Ninth Field Campsite,

he saw soldiers scattering in all directions like rabbits running wild.

At that moment, the camp was as quiet as the realm of ghosts.

He truly did it, whoever dared to aim a gun at him, none were spared.

He truly achieved equality for all life.

At that moment, the live broadcast room was also silent.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to speak.

But they dared not speak anymore...

For fear that speaking rashly at this moment would later become some kind of evidence against them.

[Tsk tsk...]

[Tsk tsk!]

[Incredible!]

There were just some people uttering meaningless exclamations, not knowing what they meant.

At this moment, Zhou Ping’an didn’t care much about how others viewed or talked about him.

He had just interfered mentally in the conference room, at the last moment of being besieged, making several leading camp officers clarify the details of the situation.

Now, all that was needed was unwavering resolve, no compromise.

"I came, I saw, I conquered!"

The walls of Linhai City, compared to Dongjiang, were much higher and more majestic, and ten times more solid.

Even the firepower discharged from the city’s defenses was much more powerful.

Of course, for Zhou Ping’an, this was useless.

With just one charge, he climbed the city walls, cleared all the fire points, and caused all the soldiers to collapse.

Then, he walked upon the streets, clarified where the Huang Family was located, and casually walked towards Crescent Lake.

After all, the Huang Family was a large household, controlling countless industries in the Southeastern Three Provinces, and even holding a 13% stake as directors within the Hongguang Group.

It could be said that if the elderly Huang Shanmin wished, he could afford a city.

He could also persuade any city, any governor, to do all sorts of inconceivable things...

Zhou Ping’an arrived by the lake and saw a vast estate spanning hundreds of acres with three people standing in front.

Behind them, eleven middle-aged and young adults stood in a line, their aura robust, brimming with a murderous intent.

The three people in front, the one in the middle was dressed in casual silk loose pajamas, his hair white as snow, his complexion ruddy; from the crow’s feet and the aged look in his eyes, one could tell he was not young if not ninety, then eighty.

This person, needless to ask, was Huang Shanmin, the Huang family’s elder.

He was holding a massive axe, as effortless as picking up a lantern.

He was also the real backbone of the Huang family.

It was also he who had spoken with Zhou Ping’an that day, saying that the full force of Dongjiang City could not stop the fury of the group.

The person standing to his left was a dignified middle-aged man in high-ranking military attire, his aura similarly volcanic, as if tremendous force was bursting from within him.

He stood there holding a blood-red spear, looking coldly onward.

This too was unmistakable.

He was the chief of Linhai City’s defenses.

After "interrogating" the Ninth Field soldiers, Zhou Ping’an had come to know that the two laser-guided missiles that attacked his compound probably came from this man.

It was uncertain what his relationship with the Huang Family was.

But there was no need to inquire closely, it was nothing more than a bond of interests.

At this moment, knowing that since he had already arrived, he could not extricate himself and had to join the Huang Family to face the enemy.

The person on the right-hand side of Huang Shanmin was a vigorous young man in his thirties, looking at him as if wishing to tear his flesh and sleep on his skin, malice flooding like a tide.

The aura of this person was also formidable, with a glowing energy core shining slightly.

Clearly, he was an S-class expert.

Zhou Ping’an smiled, "Huang Shanmin, I’ve come to experience your fury."

He turned his head again towards the general, his gaze unfluctuating, "General Zuo, those two missiles of yours were really accurate. Later, tell me clearly who had authorized the firing, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse."

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Seeking Monthly Pass.