Karun took a puff of his Morpheus cigarette, then shook the ash off above Mr. Morpheus's face. The ash fell onto Mr. Morpheus's face.

Renee knelt there, her amputated arm wound had been "burned together" due to the hot temperature, and it had stopped bleeding. But her eyes were full of shock and confusion.

As a member of this level of the Order of the Gods, she was only a small layer thinner than a priest who only listens to women's voices in the ordinary sense, and strictly speaking, she does not belong to the God system.

So this was the first time she experienced the terror of the Order of the Gods, no, it was completely brutal, a kind of brutality that made her not dare to say a word now.

Mr. Morpheus lying on the ground didn't even dare to blow the ash off his face, and could only look at Karun with a pleading look.

"I'm a little uncomfortable."

Karun squatted down beside Mr. Morpheus, and Puerh silently came to him. Karun gently touched Puerh's head with the hand that didn't hold the cigarette.

"I also believe that you are a little uncomfortable. Including now, you are still holding onto your dignity."

"I'm not..." Mr. Morpheus denied.

"No, you are. Just like I don't know how to deal with you specifically next, you also think that we should stop here, right?

I'm just an ordinary person..."

"Meow~"

"It's hard for me to imagine that I would do anything cruel. I think it's best not to touch those bloody things in life, oh, except when killing fish."

"Meow~"

"You are the same, you still don't think we will really do anything to you, otherwise why has your mistress lost an arm, while you have just been thrown down?"

"Mr. Morpheus, you are very rich, very rich. In Roja City, there should be few families richer than yours.

You have many industries under your name, and many people listen to your orders. You can even affect the operation of this city.

This is determined by your wealth and your status. Whether you are standing above or looking up at you, you have agreed to this way of operation.

Including me before.

You can move your fingers and kill a family for your own benefit, even if they are living in poverty and still trying to live with an optimistic attitude.

In your eyes, they are nothing."

"I...I apologize to you, I repent to you, I..."

"You don't need to apologize to me. I'm not familiar with that family either. When I first saw them, they were already cold corpses.

I am very familiar with their neighbor, who is really nice. Their pickled cucumbers suit my taste very well. You know, it's very suitable to eat them with meat or noodles."

"I... "Mr. Morpheus found that he could no longer keep up with the young man's thoughts in front of him.

"You should be grateful that when you chose the sacrifice, you didn't choose that family." Karun took another puff of cigarette and exhaled smoke towards Mr. Morpheus. "Otherwise, tonight, my thoughts would be your whole family, holding a mourning ceremony together, just like the Sisso family.

You made that family neat and tidy, so I'll make your family neat and tidy too.

Pray,

It's just that little distance that keeps my anger from reaching its true peak.

Although it feels very sorry to say this, I believe that optimistic man Sisso will understand me.""Yes, yes, he can do it, he definitely can..."

Listening to Mr. Morpheus's flattery, Karun smiled and said, "Of course, because I have no intention of letting you go."

"I..." Mr. Morpheus started to say something.

Karun stood up and looked towards the glass cabinet on the side of the study, where countless cigarettes and cigars of Morpheus brand were placed.

"Just like how it's hard for you to imagine that you only killed a poor family by moving your finger, do you really need to pay with your life? I used to think that way too, after all, you are so rich and influential. My initial thought was to humiliate you, make you furious, and it seemed like a good enough revenge. Isn't that the rule of this society? The rules you set, when faced with accusations, even if it's the lives of a family of four, you only need to pay with a glass of brandy."

At this point, Karun looked towards Dis and laughed, "Thank god, there is a god in this world. Do you know how much I despised and looked down on gods before? But now I am very grateful, this world...it really has gods, hahaha."

After laughing, Karun stood up and said in a deep voice, "Praise the order."

Then, he looked towards Alfred and asked, "Alfred."

"Young master."

"How many cigarettes and cigars can a person swallow?"

"I'm sorry, young master, I don't know."

Alfred added, "But we can try."

After saying that, Alfred, who had already understood the will of a great existence, walked towards Mr. Morpheus, his eyes once again filled with a bloody light.

"This is your honor, to test the truth of this world for the great young master."

Mr. Morpheus's eyes also began to turn red. He stood up and walked towards the huge glass cabinet, then began to tear open one cigarette box after another, stuffing those cigarettes and cigars into his mouth like a starving ghost, chewing and swallowing them frantically.

Soon, the study was filled with a strong tobacco smell. Karun stood there, watching Mr. Morpheus eat cigarettes. Puerh returned to Karun's shoulder and looked at Mr. Morpheus for a while, then looked at Karun's profile.

Alfred continued to keep his eyes open and leaned towards Karun, whispering, "Young master, you can let me do this kind of thing next time, your body is precious."

It's this kind of scamming job.

Karun shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, you are not an ordinary person."

"...," Alfred.

Yes, you are an ordinary person.

Finally, Mr. Morpheus knelt on the ground, still holding cigarettes and cigars in his hands, his mouth already full, his stomach bulging.

At this point, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

Finally, his body twitched and then stopped.

He was killed by cigarettes.

Karun looked at Renee, who was still sitting on the ground in shock, and asked Dis, "Grandpa, does she need to be silenced?"

Renee immediately came to her senses and started to kowtow to Dis.

Dis turned around and walked out, asking at the same time, "Where to next?"

So, there's no need to silence her?Tonight, after witnessing the terrifying and overbearing followers of the Order of the Gods and the Miller's religion, Reni probably wouldn't dare to mention this again. As for revenge? It's a joke. Does a small and insignificant sect like the Grass and Weeds Sect, which isn't even part of the orthodox sequence and doesn't even touch the edges, dare to hold the great Order of the Gods accountable for the severed arm of a marginal follower?

So, there's really no need to uproot them.

Sighing, Karun realized that his grandfather was right to walk away. He was still too naive.

"Is it clean here? Can we leave?" Karun asked Reni.

"It's clean, I promise. I'll clean it thoroughly, including Mr. Morv's body. I won't..."

"You don't need to take care of the body," Karun said, looking at Alfred. "Let Morv Jr. come in and carry his father's body."

As for how they came in, they would leave the same way.

After putting Mr. Morv's body in the hearse, Alfred drove to the next target. After turning the corner, the blood in his eyes had completely faded.

Morv Jr., who was still sitting in the driver's seat, looked outside with some confusion.

"Am I asleep? Damn, the medicine really hit me hard today."

Sighing, he thought, "It's so late, and my grandfather will definitely scold me when I get home. Why doesn't he just die and let me inherit the family business?"

...

"Okay, that's how tomorrow's layout will be. Use the photos I selected, and when you enlarge them, make sure to highlight the citizens' anger and make everyone who reads the newspaper tomorrow morning feel angry enough to skip breakfast!

Also, under Mayor Sikeson's statement to the citizens, add a news article using the photo of Mayor Sikeson receiving foreign investment last year. Choose the one where he's in the hotel and shaking hands with the foreign investors, and choose the one where he's smiling the most brightly.

Of course, I know it's from last year, but last year's news is still news. Can't we use it?

Just do as I say.

Don't worry, not many people will notice. They'll only be filled with anger under our guidance. Even if some people do notice, they won't be able to change the situation.

In this world, there are always more fools than wise men.

Okay, I'm hanging up!"

With a snap, the editor-in-chief hung up the phone and picked up the teacup next to him, taking a sip.

Mr. Fude promised that once he was elected mayor, he would appoint him as the head of the city's propaganda department. The small Roja Daily was too small a stage for him. He should step into politics, where he could truly shine.

With this thought, the editor-in-chief couldn't help but twist his arms.

"Hmm, why hasn't Michelle arrived yet?"

Three years ago, the editor-in-chief had already separated from his wife, although they hadn't divorced. Their marriage had long been in name only, and he now lived alone in a high-end apartment on Orchid Street.

Michelle was a female journalist who was hired by the newspaper last month. After he threatened to send her to the East District for fieldwork, she eventually succumbed to him.

Thinking of Michelle's hot figure, the editor-in-chief felt a burst of heat in his throat.

But what was infuriating was that there was no heat down there.

Sighing, he reached out and touched his bald head, and took out a pill box from the drawer, taking out two red capsules.This is the male enhancement drug that Mr. Morv gave himself, produced by Morv Pharmaceuticals. The effect of the drug is very good, but after using it, the whole person will be extremely tired and have back pain the next day.

But, it is still important right now.

After taking the medicine, waiting for the effect to take place, the editor-in-chief opened the radio. At this time, he should listen to the news of the regime.

Ah, the Black Friday a few years ago almost made him lose all his savings. Fortunately, God gave him a chance to start over. This time, Mr. Oka and Mr. Morv's "pen fee" are enough to ignite his new hope.

"Welcome to today's securities news..."

"Well, just in time." The editor-in-chief said happily.

"I am the host, Alfred."

"Huh, did the host change? Isn't it the female anchor?"

"Pen, is a great invention of mankind. It can record knowledge, transmit information, and bring the light of inheritance to humanity and society. It can also express love and express missing; but when it falls into the hands of some dirty people, it can also be used to kill."

"Damn, what kind of program is this? Where is my securities news?"

"Especially as a news worker, when the pen in his hand is unfair, then..."

"Click!"

The editor-in-chief reached out and turned off the radio.

At the same time, there was also the sound of opening the door outside.

An old man in a black robe appeared in front of him:

"Someone accused you of violating order and driving demons to do things for yourself. Now, according to the Order Regulations of the Order Church, we will question you."

"Who are you... no, how did you get in, what nonsense are you talking about, get out, or I will call the police now!"

The editor-in-chief walked to the telephone and picked up the receiver to dial the number.

Dis stood there motionless.

Alfred gestured a "six" gesture in front of his face, as if holding a "microphone."

The editor-in-chief's phone was connected:

"Hello, police station, I am Humir, the editor-in-chief of Roja Daily. I live on the third floor of the Orchid Garden Apartment on Lanhua Street. There are a group of strangers who have broken into my home now, and my life is under great threat. Please send someone over quickly, immediately, right now, otherwise I will criticize you for neglecting your duty and wasting taxpayers' money in the newspaper!"

"Okay, sir, please don't be angry. Our hearse has arrived."

"What hearse..."

The editor-in-chief holding the phone was completely stunned, looking at the blue-suited man gesturing to make a phone call in front of him with a look of horror. The words he said just now did indeed come from his phone receiver; and the voice of the other party was exactly the same as the one on the radio earlier!

"Who are you... who are you guys..."

The editor-in-chief was completely panicked. He felt that he had encountered something he couldn't understand.

Dis stood there motionless.

Alfred said helplessly, "Young master, it seems that this editor-in-chief really doesn't understand anything about the church."

"Yes." Karun nodded.

"And there can't be any demons in his home." Alfred said.

"Yes."

Unable to sue, but there is no one to sue.

Karun put his hand on the head of the black cat on his shoulder and stroked it."Go ahead."

Puerh leaped off Karun's shoulder and landed on the desk in front of the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief was like a startled bird, even a black cat suddenly jumping over scared him.

After landing, Puerh greeted the editor-in-chief very kindly:

"Meow~"

Then, she turned around and faced Dis and Karun.

She bared her teeth, grinned, raised her tail, and prepared to attack!

Karun stepped forward,

"Meow!!!"

Puerh jumped up and slapped Karun's face with her paw!

Karun's hair broke a few strands.

After landing, Puerh continued to bare her teeth and grin at Karun, looking ferocious.

Dis spoke up:

"Compelling demons to harm ordinary people violates Article 1 of Chapter 3 of the Order Church Order."

"..." The editor-in-chief.

Alfred screamed in his heart. He was actually beaten by a cat!

He was a truly powerful demon, and this cat was simply a disgrace to demons. But he was beaten by this disgraceful cat!

Karun walked towards the editor-in-chief;

"What are you doing? What demon? That cat, isn't that your cat? It's your cat, not mine. You brought it in!"

"That's clearly your cat. Didn't you see it? It just greeted you cordially and then turned around to attack us. Doesn't that prove that it's your cat? It's protecting you."

"No, no, no, you're talking nonsense, you're distorting the truth, you're framing me, you're accusing me!"

Karun smiled and said:

"You learned that from you, editor-in-chief. Every morning when I have breakfast, I learn a lot from you and benefit a lot. And today I happened to use it.

When it comes to framing, accusing, and distorting the truth, you are the real expert, aren't you?"

"Get out of my house, get out of my house!"

The editor-in-chief picked up the pen holder on his desk and threw it directly at Karun.

Karun closed his eyes,

Dis opened his hands, and the flying pens froze at this moment. The next moment, these pens flew back at a faster speed and directly pierced the editor-in-chief's body, with a black pen in his forehead.

"I..."

The editor-in-chief fell backward and lay on the ground;

He,

died under his own pen.

Karun stood beside the editor-in-chief, looking at this scene, licked his lips, and inexplicably felt a kind of beauty, making him want to stop and appreciate it for a while.

On the other side,

Dis looked at Puerh on the ground,

and said in a deep voice:

"Compelling demons to harm ordinary people violates Article 7 of Chapter 3 of the Order Church Order. Depending on the degree of harm caused, the demon shall be executed or...punished by confinement.

Now, a resolution has been made to punish you by confinement. During the confinement period, you are not allowed to leave the Inmores family without permission. Do you plead guilty?"

Puerh put her front paws together and crouched on the ground:

"Meow~"

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the phone rang.

Alfred first turned off the radio switch, then walked over and picked up the receiver:

"Hello, this is Humir."

Alfred's voice was exactly the same as the deceased editor-in-chief.

Then, the voice on the phone was played through the radio, and everyone present could hear it.

"Hey, my editor-in-chief, is everything arranged for tomorrow's newspaper?"Karun remembered this voice, it was Mr. Oka.

"Of course, I'm ready. Is there anything else you're worried about?" Alfred said.

"Don't worry, don't worry. How could I not be worried? I called because I just received news that old man Sikeson can't handle the pressure and is planning to submit his resignation to the city government tomorrow afternoon.

Our mayor and Congressman Haggert are here with me now. Our environmental goddess, Delice, is playing a beautiful piano piece to celebrate the victory of this battle.

So, I want to ask our hardworking and wise editor-in-chief if he wants to come over now and have a drink to celebrate in advance?"

Alfred spoke up:

"What about Mr. Morpheus?"

"He's not coming. Mr. Morpheus usually goes to bed early and cares about his health. And you know his temper, I don't want to wake him up and get scolded."

"That's not good. If you're afraid to call, I'll try to call Mr. Morpheus. If I get scolded, it'll be me."

"Hahaha, that's even better. But you have to come quickly, otherwise the wine I took out from my collection will be drunk by our old congressman."

Alfred smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be there with Mr. Morpheus soon."