National Guardian's Gone and We're Done Chapter 183: Then What Does Your Daughters’ Life or Death Ha

The parents, so enraged they had nearly lost their minds, charged forward, only to be stopped by the mbers of the Defense Team.

Chu He just stood there quietly, calmly crossing his arms, his face completely placid.

He silently watched the group of parents: wailing, faces flushed with rage, spittle flying as they scread.

"Say sothing, Chu He! Why aren’t you saying anything?

Aren’t you the Great Xia Empire’s National Guardian War God?

Our daughters are in that villa right now, facing an attack from an Evil Spirit!

So of the children are already dead, swallowed by that wicked Evil Spirit.

Why aren’t you doing anything?"

A middle-aged man in a sharp suit roared, his rage uncontrollable.

"Didn’t the Great Xia Empire issue a notice?

That day at the airport, I already tried to stop them. I even broke the ankles of so of those fans

to immobilize them.

If I’m not mistaken, many of you probably cursed out,

all because I hurt your children.

But shouldn’t you have stopped them then?

Both my warning and the threat expressed in the official notice

made it clear that anything related to Si Haowen would bring harm to your daughters."

Chu He asked, his expression indifferent.

At that mont, many livestrears, reporters, and internet celebrities spotted Chu He and the Defense Team.

They imdiately hoisted their equipnt and sprinted over.

Chu He’s appearance now would push the entire situation to its peak.

"But we thought you were lying! We thought it was just so internal conflict of yours.

How could we have known it had anything to do with an Evil Spirit?

Besides, whether or not our children chase after celebrities is their business.

Our children have money. What’s wrong with them wanting to spend it on a star?"

Another middle-aged woman demanded, shalessly making a scene.

"That’s right. So what does it have to do with whether your daughters live or die?"

Chu He sneered. "If you want to save your daughters,

I can open a path into that villa for you. You can go in.

Whether you can save them or not will depend entirely on your own abilities, and on fate."

"You... aren’t you just sending us to our deaths?

You’re the Great Xia Empire’s National Guardian War God! It’s your duty to protect the safety of the people!

If you don’t go, we’ll refuse to pay any more taxes to the Great Xia Empire.

Let’s be realistic. The reason you can enjoy such a privileged status in the Great Xia Empire

is directly related to the taxes we business owners pay."

The man in the sharp suit from before said, clenching his fists.

"You have ti to stand here arguing with Mr. Chu,

so why don’t you go try to save your daughters?

Don’t tell your own safety is more important to you than your daughters’?"

Liu Yuzhu challenged.

"You, you, you... Who do you think you are? Do you have any right to speak here?"

The middle-aged woman’s eyes went wide with fury. She reached out to claw at Liu Yuzhu’s face. "So pretty, you must be a seductress. Probably just a little mistress Chu He keeps on the side."

It was unclear if it was out of anger or jealousy,

but right now, the middle-aged woman just wanted to tear apart the face of this Liu Yuzhu who had dared to speak up.

But she had only taken a single step before she was slamd to the ground by a mber of the Defense Team.

Any discerning person could clearly see that the entire situation had nothing to do with Chu He.

It was purely a case of these parents and those spoiled-rotten fans reaping what they had sown.

They had clearly co to beg Chu He to save people, yet they showed none of the proper attitude for soone asking for a favor.

Instead, they were arrogant and demanding, ordering Chu He around.

Never mind Chu He; anyone in his position would have been extrely annoyed.

Besides, Chu He possessed such imnse power.

Why should he have to put up with this kind of disrespect?

"No wonder those fans are so brain-dead. Their parents are nuts, too."

"I was feeling sorry for them at first, but now I just hope Chu He doesn’t help them at all."

"Can any bros post the exact coordinates? I’m heading over right now. We can’t let them disappoint Mr. Chu!"

"You’re right, I’m going too."

"And these people are supposed to be big bosses? I have no idea how they got rich. They can’t even tell who’s in charge."

The viewers in the livestreams saw everything that was happening here clearly.

They all started typing on their keyboards, silently supporting whatever decision Chu He made.

"Mr. Chu, are you really going to stand by and watch them die?"

A reporter stepped forward and couldn’t help but ask.

"The Great Xia Empire needs people who are clear-headed.

While I am busy eliminating internal threats for the Great Xia Empire,

so people are deliberately manipulating public opinion and slinging mud at ,

causing the uninford public to sway with the wind,

and even attack online.

That is because so among you are too foolish.

Without blood and death, how can you ever truly wake up?"

Chu He shook his head and said with a detached expression, "This world is growing more chaotic. A storm is coming soon, and no Empire on Blue Star will be spared.

It is better to stabilize our internal affairs now than to face both internal and external threats when the ti cos."

"Mr. Chu, don’t you think you’re being a bit of an alarmist?"

the reporter asked.

"Since you put it that way, then from now on, when a crisis like today’s descends, you can be the one to face it."

Chu He flashed a smile and patted the reporter’s shoulder.

"No, no, no! I was just talking! Please don’t take it seriously, Mr. Chu."

The reporter’s expression instantly turned ugly.

The young fans trapped in the villa, being continuously devoured by the Evil Spirit—

didn’t they end up in this ss precisely because they questioned Chu He and refused to believe him?

This reporter was just an ordinary person, with no talent for cultivating Martial Arts.

Judging by Chu He’s behavior, he was a man who did what he said.

This ordinary reporter could not possibly bear the responsibility for such a montous matter.

So, after apologizing, he scurried away to the side, clutching his microphone in disgrace.

In that quiet and stately villa,

patches of black mold, as if alive, writhed slowly across the walls,

like hidden rivers in the dead of night, they silently eroded the once-magnificent building.

The mold patches were deep in color with blurred edges, like the physical manifestation of so ancient Curse.

Just as everyone held their breath, their hearts filled with confusion and fear, a strange phenonon occurred.

The black mold that had been running rampant suddenly seed to answer so unknown summons.

Like a receding tide, it flowed swiftly and orderly back into the villa’s interior.

They were no longer invaders but returning specters,

every wisp and strand carrying an unspeakable power,

as they vanished behind the walls, leaving behind mottled traces that gradually faded away.

As the mold disappeared, the villa, as if ti had reversed, once again donned its forr opulent and luxurious facade.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the exquisitely carved window lattices, casting its light on the intricate and beautiful decorations.

The golden radiance ford a stark contrast with the villa’s dim interior tones,

creating a unique charm that was both classical and modern, a perfect fusion of Eastern and Western art.

The marble floors reflected a soft light.

Just then, a jaw-dropping scene began to unfold.

In the villa’s courtyard, a tall man in a custom-tailored black suit slowly rose to his feet,

but this elegance was quickly shattered by the transformation that followed.

His figure began to elongate, not like soone simply standing up,

but in a way that defied logic, as if he were being pulled up from the ground, growing taller and taller,

until he touched the edge of the villa’s roof, like a Dark God rising from the abyss.

Even more terrifying, as his height increased, the body of a centipede composed of countless small, twisted limbs gradually ca into view.

Adhered to these limbs were the figures of young girls, their faces contorted in terror, their eyes wide with horror.

Their bodies were entwined in twisted and painful positions,

bound by so indescribable force, becoming part of this horrifying spectacle.

The surrounding reporters and internet celebrities had long forgotten the purpose of their livestreams.

Their caras instinctively focused on this unbelievable scene,

every fra filled with shock and terror.

The air was thick with an inexpressible sense of oppression and despair.

The entire world seed to freeze at this mont, witnessing a terrifying transformation that defied human comprehension.

This scene instantly triggered chaos at the site.

The sound of cara shutters from the reporters rose and fell, and the lights of livestreaming equipnt flickered incessantly as they tried to capture the incredible sight.

The internet celebrities, anwhile, scread, trying to convey their terror and shock to every single viewer through their streams.