For such a person, no one felt a shred of pity; he deserved it, and he deserved to die. Only with his death could everyone else live better.
Next, Qingshui Cangjie gathered everyone again, teaching them what to say to maintain a consistent story.
Not long after, the sound of car horns erupted outside the hotel. Qingshui Cangjie stepped outside the hotel door, seeing two cars parked not far away, the scar-faced man who they had clashed with before stood outside with a team.
"Hasegawa Hideji, we’re all acquaintances after all. We don’t want to kill you, so we have no choice but to hand you over to them. You’re on your own now." Qingshui Cangjie sighed theatrically, hands clasped behind his back.
This was an undeniably ruthless move; Qingshui Cangjie knew very well what fate awaited Hasegawa Hideji upon being handed over. It was killing with a borrowed knife.
He both wanted to kill and didn’t want the reputation of murdering a teammate.
Upon receiving Qingshui Cangjie’s orders, Heize Lin dragged Hasegawa Hideji out like a dead dog, leaving a bright red trail of blood on the ground, shocking to see.
As they passed in front of Qingshui Cangjie, the seemingly lifeless Hasegawa Hideji suddenly sprung up, attempting to struggle and pounce on Qingshui Cangjie, mouth open and full of blood foam, as if trying to bite fiercely. But Heize Lin, prepared, restrained him, delivering two punches that made Hasegawa Hideji curl up like a shrimp from the pain.
The next mont, he was dragged away by his hair, but Hasegawa Hideji spat desperately in Qingshui Cangjie’s direction, cursing angrily through his "wah wah" noises.
In the last monts of his life, the person Hasegawa Hideji resented most was Qingshui Cangjie.
Yang Xiao knew that this guy wasn’t stupid; he surely realized that all of this was orchestrated by the cunning old fox Qingshui Cangjie to kill him as a demonstration.
But he couldn’t bla anyone else, as Hasegawa Hideji’s death was caused by his own actions. He had offended every teammate, and no one was willing to stand up for him.
Nightmare World isn’t a place for personal bravado or individual heroism. Anyone who offends all their teammates, unless they have definite clues to break the situation, will face the outco of death.
To survive in the Nightmare World, fighting Ghost is certainly crucial, but knowing how to deal with teammates is also an art. Yang Xiao’s strategy is to develop teammates who progress, win over neutral teammates, and isolate the stubborn ones.
Simply put, he uses conflicts to gain majority support, opposes the minority, and defeats opponents one by one.
He generally doesn’t make enemies in the Nightmare World unless absolutely necessary or if the opponent’s actions cross his bottom line.
For those like this, his patron Director Nalan Shuo once taught him that nightmare matters should stay in the nightmare; try not to bring grudges out into the real world. In other words, do everything possible to clear enemies within the nightmare.
After several years by Nalan Shuo’s side, Yang Xiao learned his essence thoroughly: dealing with people, strategizing, decisiveness in killing, the principle that if you’re not for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you. Nalan Shuo can be regarded as his first ntor.
Thoughts quickly flashed through his mind as Yang Xiao and the others also stepped out of the hotel. At that mont, so gang mbers rushed over and dragged the man away from Heize Lin.
The scar-faced man wasn’t a reckless fool; though he had received ssages from Qingshui Cangjie accusing soone of inciting escape, he hadn’t seen it personally. And the man before him not only had a severed hand but was missing teeth and a tongue—typical gang thods.
Seeing the gang’s suspicion, Yang Xiao imdiately lowered his voice to warn everyone around him, "Rember to insist that Hasegawa Hideji incited us to escape, otherwise not one of us will survive today."
"Did you rember?" He looked at Sato Shouta and Takeuchi Tomoya. After all, they were newcors, with much weaker psychological resilience.
"I know, don’t worry, Mr. Yang." Sato Shouta always listened to Yang Xiao.
"Got it... I understand..." Takeuchi Tomoya’s face was pale with fright, but he knew the seriousness of the matter, nodding with gritted teeth.
As expected, their worst fear happened. The scar-faced man ordered everyone to gather around and publicly untied Hasegawa Hideji, asking if he was wrongly accused. No need to speak, just nod or shake his head to answer.
"Did you incite escape?" The scar-faced man squatted down to ask.
Hasegawa Hideji shook his head fiercely, raising his intact arm to point at Qingshui Cangjie, babbling "wah wah" sounds.
But Qingshui Cangjie indeed deserved his reputation; calm and composed, he didn’t even defend himself, just looked down at Hasegawa Hideji with an expression of pity.
"What do you have to say?" The scar-faced man stood up, angrily staring at Qingshui Cangjie.
"I have nothing to say. I hope that everyone can live, so I did what I had to do. If you think running away should go unpunished, then I have nothing to say." Qingshui Cangjie’s words were firm.
Seeing he couldn’t intimidate this old rascal, the scar-faced man turned his focus to Yang Xiao and the others, but everyone was in the sa boat—naturally all gave the sa account, all accusing Hasegawa Hideji of his cris.
"Shut up!" Suddenly, the scar-faced man shouted aggressively, then took a machete handed over by his subordinate, storming towards Yang Xiao and his group as if intending to chop them down one by one.
Yang Xiao and Tong Han, who had seen many big scenes, naturally weren’t afraid, but their fearlessness didn’t an everyone shared the sa sentint. Under the threat of the machete, Takeuchi Tomoya was the first to crumble, crying "woo woo" out loud.
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