Chapter 22: Iron-Tongued Judgnt, All Villains Exposed
Little Li rushed to the very front, desperately pushing aside the microphones thrust toward them.
"No comnt! Please make way!"
Su Qingge remained expressionless, moving with difficulty toward the main entrance under the escort of security guards.
Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and even stones flew out from the crowd.
"Splat!"
A rotten egg hit a security guard's shield, and egg liquid splattered everywhere.
Su Qingge didn't even frown, her steps firm.
Zhang Xuanyao followed half a step behind her, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, looking around as if he had nothing to do with any of this.
"President Su! Is the accident at the South City construction site true?"
"We heard dozens of workers died and their bodies were sealed in the wells with cent. Is that true?"
"How does Su Group plan to compensate? Are you trying to cover it up with money?"
The reporters' questions were sharper than the last, wishing they could shove their microphones into Su Qingge's mouth.
The Bald Man even broke through the security line, rushing to within two ters of Su Qingge.
"Su Qingge! You poisonous woman!"
The Bald Man pointed at Su Qingge's nose and cursed: "My brother worked at your construction site, now he's missing, neither alive nor dead! If you don't give an explanation today, I'll bash my head in right in front of you!"
After speaking, he made a move to slam himself into the stone pillar nearby.
The surrounding crowd let out a gasp.
Caras flashed frantically, recording this "tragic" scene.
Su Qingge stopped and looked at him coldly.
"What is your brother's na? Which construction team was he in? Where is his employnt contract?"
The Bald Man froze for a mont, then roared even louder: "People are dead and you're still asking about contracts? Do you have any conscience?!"
"Exactly! Heartless!"
"Down with the black-hearted capitalist!"
The crowd jeered again, and the scene was on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Just then, a hand was placed on the Bald Man's shoulder.
"Buddy, you're acting pretty hard."
Zhang Xuanyao walked out from behind Su Qingge, smiling at the Bald Man.
The Bald Man turned his head abruptly, glaring at Zhang Xuanyao: "Who are you? Is it your place to speak? Get lost!"
Zhang Xuanyao ignored him, instead raising his phone and taking a close-up of the Bald Man's face.
"Family, good morning."
"Today, this Daoist will take everyone to see a big scene."
"A hundred coffins blocking the door, filial sons mourning—this spectacle is livelier than the Spring Festival Gala."
On the phone screen, the livestream had already started.
The title was simple and crude: 【At the entrance of Su Group, live fortune-telling, no charge if it's not accurate】.
Because it carried the trending tag #Su Group#, the popularity of the livestream soared the mont it opened.
In just a few seconds, the number of online viewers exceeded one hundred thousand.
【Holy crap? Isn't this that prophetic Master Zhang?】
【Why is the Great Master on the scene? And with Su Qingge?】
【This Bald Man looks so familiar.】
The comnts rolled by frantically.
The Bald Man looked at the phone in Zhang Xuanyao's hand, feeling inexplicably panicked.
"You... what are you doing? Don't film !"
He reached out to grab the phone.
Zhang Xuanyao slid his feet, his figure flashing past like a ghost. The Bald Man lunged and missed, almost falling flat on his face.
"Don't be in such a rush."
Zhang Xuanyao stood on the steps, looking down at the hundreds of people dressed in mourning clothes below.
His eyes narrowed slightly. 【Heavenly Eye】, activate!
In an instant, the originally noisy crowd changed appearance in his field of vision.
Above everyone's head floated clusters of Qi of different colors.
Black represented bad luck, red represented bloodshed, and pink represented romance.
And these people in front of him—their heads were almost entirely covered in gray-black murky Qi.
These were the traces left by committing cris and losing one's virtue.
Especially the Bald Man; the black Qi on his head was so thick it was almost dripping, with a trace of blood-red mixed in.
This was the ominous sign of soone carrying a murder case on their back.
"Heh." Zhang Xuanyao sneered.
"President Su." He turned to look at Su Qingge, "Tell the security guards to clear the way."
Su Qingge was stunned: "Clear the way? They will rush in."
"Don't worry, they won't be able to get in."
Zhang Xuanyao aid the phone cara at the crowd.
"Dear viewers, in this society ruled by law, there are actually people who dare to gather to cause trouble, and even commit extortion."
"Today, this Daoist will act on behalf of Heaven and properly tell the fortunes of this gang of 'filial sons and grandsons'."
He extended a finger, pointing at the Bald Man.
"You, your na is Zhao Daqiang, nicknad 'Qiangzi'."
The Bald Man's expression changed: "You... how do you know?"
Zhang Xuanyao looked at the phone screen, speaking as if reading a script, his speed very fast:
"Three years ago, you collected protection money at the North City vegetable market, broke the leg of an old vegetable seller, and paid fifty thousand yuan to settle it privately."
"Two years ago, you were detained for fifteen days for gathering to gamble."
"Half a year ago, you drugged a drink at a bar and dragged away a female college student. This case wasn't filed due to insufficient evidence, but that girl is still seeing a psychiatrist to this day."
As Zhang Xuanyao's voice fell, the scene fell into dead silence.
Only the comnts in the livestream were flooding the screen like crazy.
【Holy crap! Is this real or fake?】
【This Bald Man doesn't look like a good person!】
【Drugging a girl? Why doesn't this scum just die!】
The Bald Man's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"You're farting! You're talking nonsense! I'll sue you for defamation!"
He waved his fists and was about to rush up to hit soone.
Zhang Xuanyao stood where he was without moving, simply spitting out a few words calmly: "Left foot trips over right foot."
【Words Beco Law】!
Thump! The Bald Man had just rushed out two steps when his feet seed to be tripped by an invisible rope. His whole body flew into the air and slamd heavily onto the concrete ground.
His front teeth happened to hit the edge of the steps. With a crack, two bloodied front teeth flew out.
"Ah—!" The Bald Man covered his mouth, letting out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
The whole scene was in an uproar. The reporters' cara flashes flickered frantically.
Zhang Xuanyao ignored the Bald Man on the ground and swept his gaze toward a middle-aged woman in the crowd who was kneeling the most fiercely.
That woman was wailing at the top of her lungs, tears and snot streaming down her face.
"You." Zhang Xuanyao pointed at her.
"You're crying quite sorrowfully. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was your own father lying in that coffin."
The woman stopped wailing and looked at Zhang Xuanyao with so guilt: "You... is it any of your business? I'm crying for my poor nephew..."
"Nephew?" Zhang Xuanyao sneered: "Your na is Wang Guihua, professional scamr."
"Last month on Jiefang Road, you crawled under a BMW and extorted thirty thousand yuan from them."
"Three days ago at the supermarket, you stuffed two jin of pork ribs into your crotch and were caught red-handed. You even threw a tantrum and scratched the face of the stock clerk."
"That so-called 'nephew' of yours is playing gas at an internet cafe right now. Do you want to make a video call to him to confirm?"
The woman's face instantly turned pale, and she subconsciously covered the phone in her pocket.
The surrounding crowd began to stir. The originally sympathetic gazes turned into suspicion and disdain.
"What... what kind of people are these?"
"So it was all just acting?"
"I said it, right? Who doesn't go to the crematorium after soone dies, and instead carries the coffin to the company entrance first?"
Zhang Xuanyao held his phone and walked down the steps, one step at a ti. Every step he took, the crowd retreated one step.
At this mont, in the eyes of these people, he was more terrifying than Yama.
"And you." Zhang Xuanyao pointed at a young man wearing sunglasses.
"A habitual electric scooter thief, just released three days ago."
"You." He pointed at a big man wearing mourning clothes.
"Attempted robbery, a fugitive, the arrest warrant is still posted online."
"And you..." Zhang Xuanyao was like taking attendance, pointing to them one by one.
Every ti he pointed at soone, he exposed a shocking secret. Robbers, thieves, scamrs, sellers of fake dicine...
How are these the families of the deceased? This is clearly a grand gathering of criminals in Heng City!
The hundreds of people who were just aggressive and threatening were now pale, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
So had even started sneaking out of the crowd.
"Don't leave." Zhang Xuanyao smiled at the cara.
"The police are already on their way. Since you're all here, none of you are leaving."
"It's perfect, you can make a contribution to Heng City's public security."
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