Chapter Fifty-Six: Crossing by Boat!

After the incident with the Fusang Hundred, Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing left the soccer stadium immediately. This left the group of journalists, eager for an interview with Yang Ye, in deep regret.

Just as the live broadcast was about to be cut off, signaling the end of the event, another shocking occurrence seized the attention of China and the world.

With a loud bang, the door to one of the VIP boxes was kicked open. Zhou Hun, clad in a red uniform and glowering, appeared at the entrance. Glancing at the several members of parliament and their bodyguards inside, he spoke coldly, “Inspection Bureau business—anyone who interferes will be executed without exception!”

With a wave of his hand, Zhou Hun sent over a dozen subordinates charging into the box, armed with special handcuffs and exuding an air of deadly intent as they approached the five members of parliament who had just been conversing and laughing moments before.

Seeing the agents of the Inspection Bureau take action, the bodyguards of the parliamentarians didn’t even dare to move. By now, everyone knew that opposing the Bureau meant certain death.

“What are you doing? We are members of parliament! You have no authority to arrest us!” one of them shouted furiously, his official air unmistakable, but it meant nothing to Zhou Hun and his men.

As soon as he finished, another parliamentarian’s eyes widened in terror as he exclaimed, “Didn’t that damn Ye Tianzu say before—if they can’t kill him, he’ll wipe out our families? This—this can’t be happening!”

In a panic, the man spun around, leapt through the box’s glass window, and landed on the stands below. Two of Zhou Hun’s men immediately gave chase.

The broadcast had not yet ended, and the experienced cameraman caught the entire scene. The shot zoomed in: viewers witnessed, in real time, two cultivators from the Inspection Bureau capture the fleeing parliamentarian, pin him to the stands, and then—one swift stroke, and his head was severed.

Screams erupted from the nearby spectators, terrified by the sudden violence.

Yang Ye had previously commanded that all who resisted or tried to escape were to be executed on the spot. Zhou Hun and his team, naturally, enforced his orders faithfully.

No sooner had one parliamentarian been slain than another window shattered in a different box. A middle-aged man of mid-Stellar rank burst out, but before he hit the ground, a black shadow flashed past—Long Xiaoqing in black leather—who struck him with a flurry of blows midair. By the time he landed, he was nothing but a mangled heap.

“What’s going on here?”

“As expected of our Inspector Ye. Clearly, he’s taking action against the parliamentarians.”

“Didn’t Inspector Ye say on a live stream before? If they can’t finish him, he’ll kill their whole families!”

“Isn’t this too cruel?”

“Cruel? Nonsense! None of these parliamentarians are any good. Everyone saw He Xiaodong get smacked down by Inspector Ye before, right?”

As the live feed continued and online discussions erupted, the fifteen parliamentarians blacklisted by Yang Ye were either captured or killed.

Those who were captured, believing their lives were temporarily spared, were instead brought onto the soccer field.

“Inspector Ye said, since you like being lapdogs for Fusang, you can accompany these Fusang dogs on their journey!”

With a wave of Zhou Hun’s hand, his men raised their sharp blades—heads rolled across the turf.

What happened in the stadium was only the beginning.

As more than a dozen heads hit the ground, Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing, with their team, had already arrived at the gates of the eastern Summer Capital’s villa district.

Dozens of security guards stood in rows by the gate, heads bowed, some trembling with fear.

Yang Ye waved his hand.

Long Xiaoqing, with Mao Li assisting her, led a pack of fierce, murderous subordinates into the villa district.

This operation included not only those Yang Ye had brought out from Summer Capital Prison, but also many newly recruited cultivators of the Inspection Bureau.

Yang Ye himself did not enter, but stood with arms akimbo, expressionless, surveying the vast villa district.

Before long, the sounds of gunfire and shouting could be heard from within. The security guards at the gate collapsed in terror.

Yang Ye chuckled, “Too timid—what kind of security are you? Get up! It’s none of your business; I’m not going to do anything to you.”

He had barely finished when his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw Parliament Speaker Tian Zhong’s name.

Upon answering, Tian Zhong’s voice came through, “Xiao Ye, make a clean job of it. When it’s time to be ruthless, don’t hold back. I don’t want to be cleaning up after you—or our descendants—years from now. The world of cultivators is nothing like it was a century ago. If you don’t pull up weeds by the roots, they’ll grow back with the spring breeze!”

Surprised, Yang Ye replied, “Old man, I thought you were calling to urge mercy, not this…”

Tian Zhong laughed. “Didn’t expect me to say that, did you? By the way, at least half of what you seize this time must be turned over. I’m planning new welfare programs for the common folk, and we need the funds!”

Yang Ye grinned, “Don’t worry! With such a solid reason, how could I refuse?”

“Good, good! That’s the spirit, Xiao Ye! I’ve got plenty to deal with on my end, so I’ll leave you to it.”

With that, Tian Zhong hung up. Yang Ye shook his head, smiling.

Two hours later, Long Xiaoqing and her squad emerged from the villa district.

“Inspector Ye, it’s all done. Everyone has been dealt with, and we netted over two hundred billion martial coins,” Mao Li reported.

Yang Ye nodded. “Hand over half the money, then take care of everything else. Tomorrow, we set out for training at sea.”

“Ah—” Mao Li and the others all gaped in unison.

Yang Ye frowned, his tone stern. “What’s with the surprise? Cultivation is like rowing against the current—if you don’t advance, you fall back! As long as you follow me, don’t expect an easy life.”

With that, Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing got in the car and sped away, quickly disappearing from Mao Li and the others’ sight.

Once she regained her composure, Mao Li gave a wry smile and waved her hand.

The two large trucks, which had been waiting at the gate, rumbled inside. As the sun dipped toward the horizon, they drove out again. A thick stench of blood seeped from the black-draped cargo beds. One truck wasn’t sealed properly, and dark red blood dripped all along the road.

“Those two trucks must be carrying a hundred or two hundred corpses,” a young security guard remarked after the trucks departed. He raised his phone to record the scene but the security chief slapped it down.

“Are you looking to die? Inspector Ye didn’t permit filming. Don’t risk your head!”

The young guard instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

…

Fresh from his bath, Yang Ye sat on the sofa in a loose robe when his phone rang on the coffee table. Seeing the caller ID, he smiled—it was his sister, Yang Yu.

“Xiao Ye, where are you right now?” came her anxious voice as soon as he answered.

“I’m in Summer Capital,” Yang Ye replied, smiling.

“What?!” Yang Yu shrieked. “Why are you in Summer Capital? Don’t you know there’s killing going on there? That demon Ye Tianzu just slaughtered a bunch of cultivators! Are you alright?”

Yang Ye gave a helpless laugh—he never expected to be called a ‘demon king.’ “Don’t worry, sis. Inspector Ye is a good man. A lawful cultivator like me has nothing to fear from him.”

“I don’t care! Weren’t you planning to visit me in America soon? You’d better come tomorrow, understand?”

Yang Ye knew his sister was just worried about him, and chuckled, “Relax, sis. I’ll come tomorrow for sure. But the journey might take a while—I’ll be traveling by ship…”