Chapter 1252: The True Demon

The young man sneered. "Why should I tell you whether I am or not?"

Amalia’s expression remained calm. "If you are a member of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth, you won’t leave here alive. If you are not, then you may live."

For a moment, the young man looked stunned.

Then, he suddenly burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking with amusement.

The audacity!

To speak about deciding another’s life and death with such ease and confidence—this was a privilege that had always belonged to the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth.

And now, some random outsider dared to say such words to him?

"What a load of bullshit! I am a member of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth! What can you do about it?"

The young man was enraged by Amalia’s attitude. "I was going to let Lal Hiran deal with you himself, but I’ve changed my mind. I’ll personally crush every bone in your body. Have you ever experienced what it’s like when all your bones are shattered into dust, leaving you limp and powerless? You’ll get a good taste of that today."

Lal Hiran was more than happy to let someone else handle the situation.

Without hesitation, he signaled his subordinates to step back, ready to watch the fight unfold.

"You’re not weak, yet instead of walking the right path, you insist on straying," Amalia observed as she sensed the young man unleashing his full aura.

Her expression, however, remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of pity in her eyes.

That look of pity infuriated the young man. He had seen it many times before. "The wrong path? What do you know about the wrong path?" he snarled. "To you self-righteous people, everything we do is wrong. But have you ever stopped to consider why we choose this path? If I had a happy family, do you think I’d willingly become a despised outcast, hunted by society? I once had parents. I had siblings. But they were all murdered. Do you have any idea how much I hate? I want to slaughter every last person responsible for their deaths, to wipe them from existence. Only by taking this so-called ’wrong path’ can I gain the power to do that!"

Amalia studied him in silence.

The next moment, all traces of hatred vanished from the young man’s face.

In its place, a twisted grin spread across his features, his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked at her.

"Does that story satisfy you? A tragic past—isn’t that exactly the excuse you self-proclaimed righteous people love to hear?"

Before Amalia could respond, the young man burst into laughter, doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

He laughed so hard that tears streamed from his eyes.

"Oh, this is priceless! Don’t tell me you actually believed that nonsense I just made up?" He wiped at his tears, his expression turning sinister. "But there was one thing I didn’t lie about. My family is dead. But they weren’t killed by others." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "I killed them myself."

He chuckled, as if savoring a pleasant memory. "Those preachy parents of mine? Dead. That older brother of mine who dared to be just a little more talented than me? Gone. Every time I saw them showering him with praise, it made me sick. So I simply got rid of them. Problem solved."

"I believe some people are forced into becoming villains," Amalia said coolly. "And I also believe some people are born with a predisposition for crime. Which one are you?"

The young man’s smirk faltered for a brief second before he scoffed. "Does it even matter? Or are you just stalling for time? What’s the point? You’re going to die anyway."

"Oh, it matters." Amalia’s gaze was as sharp as ice. "If you were forced into this life, I’d give you a chance to redeem yourself. I can be reasonable—if you don’t push me too far."

Lal Hiran frowned.

Something felt off.

This person was too calm.

Before he could make sense of it, his thoughts were interrupted by a voice trembling with fear.

"Amalia..."

The voice came from behind her, shaking so badly that even the sound of chattering teeth could be heard.

Amalia turned around.

A familiar face appeared—the Drama king as always, now wearing an expression of sheer terror.

His hands were raised in surrender.

Behind him, Soham emerged while holding him as a hostage.

But something about Soham’s expression was... odd.

"I’m sorry," Kenny Lin said while trembling and biting his lip. "I thought I could handle this alone, but there were too many of them. They were too strong. I couldn’t beat them... I got captured. It’s my fault. I dragged you into this. I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me—just kill them and avenge me."

Tears welled up in his eyes and his voice was filled with guilt.

"Not bad," Lal Hiran commented approvingly while nodding his head at Soham.

He had no doubt that Soham had genuinely taken Kenny Lin hostage.

There wasn’t a shred of suspicion in his mind.

Soham felt a deep despair rising in his heart.

Just a short while ago, this very man had scared him so badly that he almost pissed himself.

A room full of people—completely wiped out in less than five minutes.

Only he remained.

The Blood and severed limbs were everywhere.

Even for someone like him, such a scene was rare to witness.

It was so brutal that he almost believed this person wasn’t human but a demon crawling out from the depths of the abyss.

When they arrived here, he saw the chairman and his guest in a standoff with another person.

Hearing the young man’s maniacal laughter, his emotions were complicated.

He wondered how the young man would react if he knew that the person standing in front of him wasn’t some righteous angel—but a true demon.

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