Chapter 515: Chapter 503: Kill One to Warn a Hundred Chen Feng looked at this group of people.
He had no interest in committing more slaughter, the conspirators had been executed, the invading insects had become the reserve food for the crowd, and the only cost was some bullets.
Looking at these guys, there was no discipline at all. Everyone present had a terrified demeanor, and the ordinary people with slightly weaker minds sat paralyzed on the ground in fear after witnessing the might of the Giant Dragon, their pants stained with a patch of yellow.
This reaction shouldn’t appear on adults, but it was happening for real.
Giant Dragon.
Standing before the crowd was a living Giant Dragon.
The White Dragon was not a hybrid like the Earth Dragon. As a Dragon Race with pure bloodline, the aura emanating from the White Dragon was almost tangible, suffocating the people without even a chance to breathe.
They were clearly frightened out of their wits.
Chen Feng walked over to a practitioner, who looked to be in his twenties, with a strange appearance and a closed eye in the center of his brow.
In the base, the man was also a somewhat famous practitioner, often following Xing Yong, and had frequently committed acts of bullying and oppression.
Li Linhua’s base was far less disciplined than Order; after all, her strength was somewhat complex, capable of stabilizing the insects but lacking excessive offensive power. Consequently, Li Linhua handled internal affairs while Xing Yong managed external ones, and as a ruler shrouded in chaos and darkness, Xing Yong’s subordinates were naturally some of the most formidable thugs.
Though many admired Li Linhua, numerous practitioners were loyal to Xing Yong. As a result, even if Xing Yong committed atrocities in the base, Li Linhua could only turn a blind eye.
Of course, the world had changed, and women, in the face of a dire apocalypse, understood better how to leverage their appearance.
For beautiful women, their looks became a VIP golden card to survival; as long as they offered their bodies, they could obtain whatever they desired.
Thus, for someone like Xing Yong, just a beckoning finger was enough to have countless women seek favor, though ultimately, their aim was merely some essential supplies and cold-resistant clothing.
This was not an era of moral judgment.
A man, ruthlessly pushing a comrade off a cliff, picked up fallen food beside him only to ensure his critically ill wife could eat her fill.
A young mother sold her body for a mere can, scorned by all, yet who could see the scene of her dragging her shattered body back home to nurture her child?
Good and evil in this age had no clear definition.
After more than a year in the apocalyptic world, when most had experienced death, desperation, and hardship, they had only one thought: to live, by any means necessary.
At this time, this person, dubbed the "Three-Eyed Demon Child" at his peak, able to attract ten young girls in a sitting room for nightly pleasures, now wore a dumbstruck expression of terror. Even if he hadn’t collapsed on the ground, he was trembling all over, with no idea how to confront the opposite party.
In comparison to the Demon King, the so-called Demon Child was akin to a house sparrow facing an eagle; the difference between them was more than just a broader sky.
"Where did you come from?" Chen Feng’s voice sounded in the man’s ear; this might be the only point of curiosity for him.
"We... I..." The man was nervous, his voice stuttering.
"Bang!"
With his brows furrowed, Chen Feng casually launched a Fireball.
A corpse fell to the ground.
Chen Feng’s image once again ascended.
He had undoubtedly transformed from a strong figure into a capricious demon; failing to answer a question resulted in merciless execution. Even Xing Yong, no matter how arrogant and domineering, had never done such a thing.
And it was at this moment that the expressions of the people facing Chen Feng changed again. If previously they were merely fearful, now they didn’t even have the courage to meet his gaze.
Kill one to warn others.
Chen Feng preferred to achieve the greatest reward with the least effort, mastering this psychological tactic to perfection.
Whether the other party was innocent?
Whether they had harmed others in the past?
Chen Feng never considered this; from the moment they decided to plot against him, they were already on opposing sides. Killing him brought no psychological burden at all.
So, when Chen Feng again directed his gaze at a man’s face, the other immediately knelt to the ground, revealing everything he knew.
Nobody would disdain him for revealing his base to the demon present because if they were in his place, they would make the same choice.
Chen Feng acquired some keywords.
Tamed insects.
A base with over eight thousand people.
Houses made of trees.
The frightened, due to panic, spoke without much logic, but Chen Feng still picked out several valuable pieces of information from it.
How bleak.
A city with a population of over a million now had only over eight thousand struggling to survive. The damage caused by the apocalypse could often only be truly felt through direct observation.
Chen Feng looked at these people before him and said in a deep voice, "As long as you continue to obey, I won’t kill anyone else."
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, even knowing they might still face other punishments, but as long as they could preserve their lives, that was enough.
"However, I want you all to cooperate obediently and prepare. I intend to visit your base for a look."
No one dared to oppose him.
Even though Chen Feng’s request felt like inviting a wolf into the house, they, who were focused on following Xing Yong and had plotted the Insect Race rebellion, did not have a strong dependence on the base.
Better him than me.