478: Chen De's anger

"Sir, my daughter has bothered you," the Beautiful Woman said, greeting Chen De.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, the little girl immediately exclaimed with joy, "Mother!"

Then, she threw herself into the Beautiful Woman's arms.

Chen De raised his head and stood up, smiling gently. "It's no problem. The little girl and I have quite an affinity, so we chatted for a bit."

"Is that so..." The Beautiful Woman nodded in understanding. "Regardless, it was still a bother for you."

"Not a bother, not a bother at all." Chen De waved his hands quickly and continued, "I was just thinking about my next conversation with the little girl."

"Mhm," the Beautiful Woman said. "We have matters to attend to. Since that is the case, we shall take our leave."

"Alright, alright." Chen De waved to them. "Looking forward to seeing you next time, little girl!"

The little girl also raised her head this time and waved at Chen De. "Then see you next time, big brother!"

"We are leaving now."

After saying this, the Beautiful Woman set the little girl down, took her hand, and turned to walk into the distance.

As they walked, she rubbed the girl's little head and scolded her in a gentle voice, "What did I tell you? Don't run around. What would you do if you got lost?"

"Mother, I was wrong!"

The little girl stuck out her little tongue, acting cute and coquettish.

"Sigh, I really can't do anything with you."

The Beautiful Woman shook her head helplessly; every time the little girl used this trick, her heart would melt.

Whether against her husband or the Beautiful Woman, this trick worked every single time.

Any further words of scolding couldn't be spoken once they reached her lips.

But she still pretended to be stern. "But you must remember this time: you are not allowed to run around freely anymore. What if you run into bad people?"

The little girl retorted in a childish voice, "Mother, that big brother is not a bad person."

The Beautiful Woman's expression was serious. "I know that big brother isn't a bad person, but just because this one isn't, does that mean the next person you run into won't be either?"

The little girl couldn't help but say, "But, but..."

"There are no 'buts'." The Beautiful Woman began to pretend to threaten her. "If you don't listen again, then I will..."

The little girl asked fearfully, "Then what?"

"Then I will take off your pants and spank your little bottom," the Beautiful Woman said with a fierce face.

"Wah, Mother is going to spank my little bottom! Mother is too scary!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl became even more frightened.

...

Watching their departing backs, Chen De smiled and turned away.

What the mother and daughter didn't know was that just now, when Chen De was rubbing the little girl's head, he had left a little gift.

Now, somewhere on the girl's head, there was a faint red mark.

As Chen De walked, he began to mutter numbers, a trace of anticipation in his eyes.

Nine!

Eight!

Seven!

Six!

Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

...

Just as Chen De began to count to one, a huge commotion suddenly erupted behind him.

The timing isn't right, is it?

Chen De frowned slightly, then turned around to see what was going on.

It turned out that the mother and daughter from earlier had met with an accident, though it wasn't because of Chen De.

How could someone as kind as Chen De do such a thing to such a cute mother and daughter?

It turned out that an Upper Class Person was passing through and did not slow down in the crowded area.

Pedestrians passing by didn't have time to dodge; they were either killed under the horse's hooves or by the whip used to clear the path.

And that mother and daughter from earlier, because they couldn't dodge in time, were both sliced in two by a single whip strike.

The Beautiful Woman was severed at the waist; her upper body collapsed onto the ground, struggling and moaning in pain for a moment before she passed away.

When she died, she was still staring intently in her daughter's direction, calling out her name, her eyes wide and bloodshot.

As for the little girl, her death was quicker, but more tragic than her mother's.

Her head was severed from her neck on the spot, and it happened to land right where the horse's hoof was about to land.

Then... with a bang, the little head exploded directly, brain matter and blood, red and white, splattered everywhere.

The person sitting on the horse was laughing loudly at the sight.

He was an Upper Class Person. Although the people living in this First City of the Continent had some strength, they were far inferior compared to true Upper Class People.

Of course, he was not an ordinary Upper Class Person, but one who was very close to the Divine Emissaries.

Merely killing a few lowly, cheap commoners by mistake was already one of the pleasures of his life.

Otherwise, why would he even go out?

Watching the terror of these lowly commoners as they dodged, the numbness of their inability to resist, the despair of dying under horse hooves every day...

And that splashing blood—the very thought was exhilarating!

When he was young, his father gave him a sword, pointed at someone on the street at random, and asked, "What is this?"

He replied, "This is a person."

His father shook his head, took the sword from him, stabbed forward, and the person died.

The surrounding people were terrified, but upon seeing who did the killing, they instead bowed and paid their respects.

His father just waved his hand, and everyone knelt down.

Then, he handed the sword to him and said, "Lower Class People are not people!"

He took the sword and walked tremblingly over to an old man selling sweet potatoes.

He stabbed the sword into the old man's body, but his strength was too weak, and it only went in partway.

The old man felt the pain but dared not react, dared not even resist; he could only stand there and endure it, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Seeing this, he increased the force on the sword, pushing it into the old man's body bit by bit.

In the end, this sweet potato seller died in prolonged agony.

After killing the old man, he felt no fear, no revulsion, but rather a sense of excitement.

Immediately, he set his sights on a pregnant woman about to give birth. He wanted to pull the sword out, but it was stuck too tightly, and he lacked the strength.

Then, a hand helped him pull the sword out—it was his father.

Thus, he took the sword and stabbed it into the pregnant woman's abdomen amidst her desperate and pleading gaze.

In the end, he even forcibly gutted what was inside.

There was even the sound of an infant's cry that was cut short.

Fresh blood sprayed onto his face, making him incredibly excited.

Just as his father said, Lower Class People are not people!

Even if you drape them in a thin layer of human clothing, make them look like people, act like people, have personalities like people.

Even if they can live like people, even if they think they are people, even if they think everyone is the same kind of person, even if they think they can become Upper Class People through hard work.

They are never people, and they never have been.

Only Upper Class People are true people!

And only Upper Class People can give birth to Upper Class People.

His father, watching from the side, smiled with gratification.

That day, no one on the entire street walked out alive.

In Hong Yu's Inner World, the people on all the planets undoubtedly lived in a tragic and desperate world.

And now, in front of him, there was actually a guy who had just turned back.

He didn't dodge, and most importantly, he wasn't looking at him, but at the guys who were already dead on the ground.

This point made him particularly angry; how could a Lower Class Person have the qualifications to ignore an Upper Class Person?

Chen De saw the little girl's corpse, and his face twitched violently.

Someone actually killed her...