I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 495 - 493: The Inheritance

Chapter 495: Chapter 493: The Inheritance

Netherworld King opened his mouth, all of his teeth had fallen out, and half of his tongue had been cut away; his eye sockets were two hollow pits, with no bullet holes in his head. The fatal wound wasn’t in his head—he had either died when beheaded or after enduring extreme torture, before someone removed his head.

Regardless, he was dead, and those Dead Soldiers he controlled were forced to remain where he had died.

How could this be... The Netherworld King had thousands of Dead Soldiers with him, and anyone who approached him would only be killed by the invisible dead.

"You could control this wretch with a neutralizer, Johnny. You could also use the Black Medicine formula and money to control the governments of those small countries," Wei Tianyang said calmly, still looking out the window.

The window slowly closed, and the cold air from the air conditioner stopped leaking outside, making the temperature in the room seem a bit cold.

Johnny turned to look at the door of the room.

"You made a mistake, Johnny. Or should I say... you underestimated me," Wei Tianyang slowly stood up and placed the book in his hand on the table.

"You thought, you could blackmail me with my mother... But did you ever consider? Why have I never gone to look for her?" Wei Tianyang said.

Wei Tianyang looked at Johnny, as a pair of black horns grew from his forehead, and four crimson pupils in his eye sockets emitted a faint glow.

Johnny took a deep breath, trying hard to control his fear. Just as he was about to speak, his tongue seemed to be paralyzed, and his body began to float in midair, no longer under his own control.

"Quiet down, Johnny," Wei Tianyang said.

The next second, Johnny’s legs were torn off from the roots of his hip bones with a swift motion, sliding out from his trouser legs, and fell to the ground.

Blood gushed forth like a fountain, splashing loudly onto the floor.

He felt a numbing pain atop his head, and his lower half felt as if it had been yanked off, his heart pounding furiously.

Then, his arms were torn off just like his legs—with muscles ripped apart and bones disjointed, they clattered to the ground while blood poured out from four large openings, turning his face deathly pale.

He trembled, slipping into a semi-conscious state, and in that moment, he finally understood what Starbucks had meant.

Look at how filthy the ground is, she’ll clean it up.

Johnny floated in front of Wei Tianyang, watching as his two sharp fingertips pierced towards his eyeballs, and then he was enveloped in darkness, a severe pain sweeping across his face and brain nerves.

Wei Tianyang pushed his index and middle fingers into Johnny’s eye sockets, all the way to the base, rifling through Johnny’s memories like a whaling ship braving the tumultuous waves in search of surfacing whales.

In just a moment, he had complete mastery over everything about Johnny.

This pitiful trash, neurotically hating the world and desperately wanting to burn it to ashes, yet he lacked the power to do so and disdained the superpower-inducing Black Medicine.

He had a zealot’s fanaticism, wanting to maintain the purity of his own body, so he never used high-tech medical treatments and refused to get Black Medicine injected into his spine.

But in this era, without nuclear weapons and superpower soldiers, it was impossible to stand against the major powers.

Johnny was just a delusional terrorist, but evidently, his unique religious fervor attracted many crazies, and because he was so extreme in his methods—doing things other terrorists dared not—he had also become a hidden tool for many major countries.

This network gave him a social circle beyond his station, but without Wei Tianyang, he would have stopped there.

The destruction of Wuliang City made the dream in Johnny’s heart seem not so unattainable.

But he made a monumental mistake to think he had the power to guide and control Wei Tianyang to achieve his own ambitions.

Wei Tianyang withdrew his hand, and now, Johnny was nothing more than a mutilated body. He was still gasping for air, but he was also close to death.

"Your ambition is like a joke, Johnny, but your organization... you actually control so many Heavenly Falling Objects? I must say, you do have some skills," Wei Tianyang said.

He flicked the blood and bits of flesh from his hand onto the ground and walked out from behind the table.

At that moment, Starbucks pushed the door open, dragging a cleaning cart with her.

She wore a mask, opened a body bag, and threw all of Johnny’s severed arms and legs into it, then tossed them into a large trash bin. Next, she sprayed the floor with a cleaning agent and washed away the bloodstains.

"I already know all your strongholds and bases, and I also know all your dealings... Hmm... isn’t it a coincidence, the business I’ve been planning to expand recently happens to overlap with some of your resources..." Wei Tianyang said.

Five fingers, transformed into a Bone Knife, plunged into Johnny’s back and pierced through his chest.

"Their boss is going to die soon, but I won’t let them become unemployed. Rest assured, go ahead, Johnny, I will continue your business for you. They will like their new boss," Wei Tianyang said with a smile.

He gently opened his five fingers, and Johnny’s body was split into six parts, organs and intestines spilling out from the cuts, clanging into the trash bin along with the corpse.

"The stench of blood is strong, have Quigui Ge take it to the basement to be burned," Wei Tianyang instructed.

Starbucks said "Yes" and called Quigui Ge.

By then, Wei Tianyang had already left the room.

In his mind, he had a portion of Johnny’s memories—personal relationships, business transactions, the distribution and arrangements of organization members, strongholds, and factories... All of this had become a part of him, as if he was the one who had done these things.

"Spencer... I should have expected you to be connected to this kind of terrorist. Leona isn’t simple either. Indeed... there is no such thing as a pure lotus in this world," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

He returned to his room and called Rada Gan.

"Rada Gan," Wei Tianyang said.

"From your tone, you sound pleased?" Rada Gan laughed.

"The warehouse isn’t built yet, but the goods are already piling up like a mountain, and I’m currently worried about this," Wei Tianyang said.

"I’m not surprised, but the news is very quiet," Rada Gan said.

"No, I haven’t made a move, I merely... killed a terrorist, who happened to have the resources and connections ready," Wei Tianyang said.

"You should know that terrorists’ connections are tightly watched, right?" Rada Gan said.

"I understand, so, we need to find a proxy to handle this, then transfer the results to our name," Wei Tianyang said.

"Which proxy would be willing to act as a terrorist... However, money talks, I will scout some reliable people, but it will take time," Rada Gan said.

"Good, but don’t take too long, this terrorist has been watched for long enough, we need to quickly transfer his business out," Wei Tianyang said.

"Received," Rada Gan said.

Wei Tianyang hung up the phone and by then, he had reached his room’s door.

His hand rested on the door handle, but he hesitated to push it open.

He took a deep breath, stirred up his emotions, and carefully opened a crack in the door.

In front of the window, his mother had her back to the door, still wearing the thin clothes from the slums.

He walked in quietly, approaching the figure that haunted his dreams.

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