Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1043 - 919: Opinion Leader_2

Chapter 1043: Chapter 919: Opinion Leader_2

"Nonsense, I can see that you’re clearly a spy from the evil cult, trying to stop the noble sacrifice of the emissary!"

Sure enough, someone from the crowd once again shouted at the braided woman.

Then, both sides, as if by unspoken agreement, chose silence, fixing their gaze on Song Lan, waiting for him, the latecomer, to make a judgment based on the previous exchange.

"I have understood the matter."

Song Lan folded his arms across his chest, nodded, and then cleared his throat, imitating the tone of the person who had been yelling earlier, "Nonsense, I can see that you’re clearly a spy from the evil cult, trying to stop the noble sacrifice of the emissary!"

This statement, like a spark, united the citizens on the square in solidarity.

But for the isolated braided woman, it was a different story.

Argh—!

Her mind went blank, now very much wanting to scream aloud.

How could there be such an infuriating person?

Fuming, she pointed at Song Lan, "Come out here, I want a duel with you!"

At that moment, she cast aside the reserve and dignity she had as an archaeologist, wanting to return to her primal instincts, to undergo an ancient duel ceremony with this person who was not only late but also incredibly irritating.

"Go forth, friend, the God of Life watches over you."

"Our spirit is with you."

"Let the heretics see what we’re made of!"

Urged and jostled by the crowd, Song Lan stepped out, and the braided woman, mere steps away, kicked off her high heels, raised her arms, and, taking small steps, assumed a classic boxing stance.

"But before that, I need to confirm one thing, because the God of Life never wrongfully accuses a good person!"

Song Lan raised his arm, and once again stilled the square into silence, "This heretic has been continuously calling us ’fools.’ I, for one, hate it when someone sullies my innocence for no reason; can you all tolerate this?"

"We cannot tolerate it!"

The citizens responded in unison.

"Now the situation is very clear."

Song Lan sidestepped the infuriated braided woman and walked straight to the tree, glaring angrily at her, "Now I’m going to release the emissary from the tree. If you’re a spy from the cult, then surely I must die, but this way, everyone will see your true face, and you won’t live either!"

"But why would you do this?"

Someone in the crowd asked.

"Because we must defend the honor of the God of Life and ensure that we are putting to death a spy from the cult and not a good person!"

In the midst of speaking, Song Lan used his knife to cut the rope that bound Ricochet. The feeling of hitting the ground allowed the weakened Ricochet’s eyes to squint open a crack.

"Be, be careful!"

With his awakened consciousness, he immediately spoke out, "There are heretics who have infiltrated among us!"

His voice was as faint as a thread, and those in the square who were prepared to witness Song Lan’s martyrdom froze in shock.

That’s not right.

If the braided woman were indeed a spy from the cult, then the instant the emissary was lowered, Song Lan should have undoubtedly dropped dead.

But right now, Song Lan seemed perfectly fine, showing no signs of the epidemic’s resurgence.

"Quick, tell us what the emissary said!"

That familiar voice echoed through the crowd once again. Before Song Lan arrived, it seemed to belong to someone who had taken on the role of the opinion leader, counterattacking whenever the braided woman posed a retort.

"The emissary says that you are the one who’s a heretic mingled within the crowd!"

This news instantly caused an uproar among the crowd, who gaped at the shouting man with disbelief. Those around him involuntarily stepped back.

The man initially appeared stunned, then a cruel, bloodthirsty smile spread across his face, "Ricochet, it seems you’ve got your life back for now, but Lord ’Corruption’ has a message for you: this is only the beginning, the seeds of mistrust have already—"

The man’s voice came to an abrupt halt, as a high heel struck him on the bridge of his nose.

The braided woman was stunned by the scene.

Just now, she clearly saw that infuriating ghost pick up her high heel and hurl it at the shouting man like a hand grenade.

"Quick, everyone together, beat him up, don’t let the cultist get away!"

At Song Lan’s command, the citizens on the square snapped out of it. They swarmed the cultist and launched into a barrage of punches and kicks.

...

When Lu Xiang stepped down from the hover car after telling "Nothingness" the story of Song Lan’s Jinx Star physique, a vicious public security incident had just ended.

In the dispersing crowd, she spotted the cultist who had been beaten black and blue, now at death’s door.

Reliable sources revealed that the mass brawl was orchestrated by Song Lan herself.

She gave "Nothingness" a significant look that said everything without speaking a word.

Wherever Song Lan went, disaster always followed, such was the harm of the Jinx Star physique.

She also came upon the conversation between Song Lan and Ricochet.

According to Ricochet, during the destruction of the statues, he encountered the mastermind behind the plague, whose goal was to usurp the God of Life’s position in the Oasis. After infuriating him, the cultists attacked Ricochet and, blending into the crowd, hung him from this suddenly grown giant tree.

This was to make him watch the Church of Life crumble before his eyes, ultimately unable to save anyone.

The woman with the braided hair had been an archaeologist who disappeared some days ago. After the contagion spread, she realized that the deity shaped by the Oasis Peace Company was a fake. Upon hearing about Ricochet’s ordeal, she rushed to Lute City in time to be part of the dispute that had just taken place in the square.

Realizing the enormity of their error, the citizens who had almost committed a terrible mistake helped the weakened Ricochet back to the break room. However, at the same time, they were hit with dreadful news.

The cultist’s conspiracy had succeeded in other cities. They had infiltrated the groups of survivors and, using the martyr’s rhetoric, convinced other survivors. Already six people had been sacrificed by the cultists in the name of "sacrifice."

They gouged out the sacrifices’ eyes or took parts of their bodies as trophies, boastfully posting them in discussion groups dedicated to burning statues.

For those six who had not received the God of Life’s direct blessing, they truly died during the Ceremony. Worse, the cultists used this opportunity to once again become opinion leaders among the people.

"This isn’t ignorance."

The news infuriated the archaeologist, who clenched her fists tightly. These people couldn’t even be considered believers. "They’re just willing to exchange others’ sacrifices for their own survival. As long as they can achieve this goal, they don’t care whether their wishes are heard by a God or a Devil!"

...

Everyone was shocked by this sudden news, and no one noticed Song Lan quietly approaching the cultist.

The dying cultist opened his mouth like a dead fish, his eyes filled with confusion.

Things had gone far beyond his expectations.

Even with his identity blown, he also had countless means of escape, and could even make Ricochet witness how easy it was for them to take the lives of citizens.

But all his plans had been ruined by that flying high heel.

Struck by the high heel, his brain went blank, and the power "Deity" had promised him also deserted him.

Without the blessings, he returned to being just an ordinary person.

For the first time in a long time, he felt the fear of death.

Soon, he heard footsteps and once again saw the uninvited guest from the square.

Thinking back, all the bad turns were caused by this person who popped up from nowhere.

"What, what do you want to do?"

Even exerting all his effort, he could only let out an extremely faint voice.

"I once told a friend that when you decide to take action, you should follow the principle of being fast, accurate, and ruthless, and also not leave too many witnesses," he said.

The cultist’s eyes widened in terror. He felt as though an invisible hand had gripped his heart and silenced all the sounds he wished to make.

This person—

The next moment, the light left the cultist’s eyes.

Song Lan had the unfortunate task of bringing another piece of grim news to the other survivors.

Due to everyone’s overly enthusiastic beating earlier, the cultist Mr. X did not survive his injuries.

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