He glanced at Edward Carter, but Samuel Thompson said nothing.

Although eighteen years had already passed, there were still some rules he remembered.

First rule: Sacrifice...

Second rule: Wherever you go, you die...

Chapter 4: It's All Business

An hour later, two armored vehicles drove out of the Wu'an camp, heading south.

In the second armored vehicle, there were only Samuel Thompson and Edward Carter.

“If the Blood God Cult wants to take revenge on you, today is a great opportunity.”

Edward Carter, driving, said, “But it’s unlikely. They’re not idiots.”

Samuel Thompson opened his phone, went to the Jiangbei Forum, and searched—Jiangbei’s number one nemesis of the Blood God Cult.

Pinned and highlighted post: The leader of the Jiangbei Blood God Cult is total trash, a maggot in the sewer, a rat in a hole...

@#@%*@%...

I’m going to Linjiang Post tomorrow, come fight me, you vermin—of course, this post wasn’t made by him.

Not only that, the account wasn’t his either.

Such a crude scheme left Samuel Thompson speechless. Looks like Bald Wu really isn’t cut out for this—must be tough for him.

Number one on the trending list in Jiangbei.

Over ten thousand comments, thirty-six thousand likes.

He opened the comments.

Samuel Thompson took a look.

Jiangbei Li Ermao: “Is this bro trying to sell something~” Advancing Angry Laugh: “Click my profile, I’ve got some great shows~” I’m Just a Bug: “Whose subordinate is this, so brave—don’t they know the Blood God Cult always seeks revenge?”

Reply: “I never change my name or surname, Wu’an, Jiangbei’s Samuel Thompson, check out my interview on Jiangbei TV.”

...

Closing the forum, Samuel Thompson touched the rusted, battered car body and said quietly, “Can this old car withstand long-range thermal weapons?”

“Don’t worry, they don’t have long-range thermal weapons.”

Edward Carter said as he drove.

“How do you know they don’t?”

“The last one who tried using thermal weapons—his grave is flat now.”

“Can it withstand bombs at close range?”

Samuel Thompson asked again.

The Blood God Cult members blended in with the crowd, mingling in all walks of life. Watching the people on the street, whenever someone looked at the armored vehicle, Samuel Thompson felt like they were about to pounce.

Clang~ The old car jolted, and a large piece of rusty metal flew off.

Samuel Thompson sensibly stopped asking questions.

Most likely... it can’t take it.

This old thing—everything’s loud except the cannon.

Soon, the vast buildings of the dock area came into view, and the flow of cars and people increased.

“Blood God above, divine light shines~” Suddenly, several figures rushed out onto the road.

“Get out of the car, they really came!”

Jerking the armored vehicle toward the roadside, Edward Carter shouted, only to find Samuel Thompson had already gotten out.

Boom!

The Blood God Cultists who charged over erupted in flames, energy shockwaves sweeping the area.

“Blasphemers must die~” Dozens more figures appeared from all directions, transforming from ordinary citizens into Blood God Cultists.

Kill!

Edward Carter roared, drew his long blade, and sliced two charging cultists in half.

With early-stage Qianjun-level strength, he slaughtered them with ease.

Samuel Thompson didn’t even get a chance to act.

In the distance, a truck’s cab was half-sunken into a roadside pit.

The driver, wearing a yellowed undershirt and a towel around his neck, his face sallow and blotched, watched the fight outside nervously.

Buzz~ A slight vibration came from his phone—a text message appeared.

“Clark~ So, how’s it going? I knew you were about to make a move, so I warmed things up for you. No need to thank me.”

In a spacious room, a light screen glowed, showing the battle in Jiangbei City, though the camera angle was a bit odd.

A delicate-looking man fiddled with his phone, typed a line: “Do as I instructed, let him show his face in Jiangbei as much as possible.”

...

On the truck, Clark sneered. Duck Bro really has his ways—he can control everything in Jiangbei from so far away.

Kill, kill—those who don’t obey, only make good people when they’re dead.

Then, he looked out the window. The fight was almost over, with Wu’an troops arriving from both ends.

More than half the Blood God Cultists who rushed out were dead, a small number captured.

“Keep moving, keep moving, don’t block the road.”

Clark shrank his head, glanced at the Wu’an troops clearing traffic outside, started the truck, and headed toward the ferry at the riverbank.

At the port district checkpoint, to clear the way for rescuing the wounded, inspections of transport vehicles were faster than usual, and the truck quickly passed through.

...

“Let’s go, to the checkpoint.”

They got back in the armored vehicle and headed for the port district.

Samuel Thompson looked at the bloodstains scattered outside. The Blood God Cult really did show up.

But their revenge felt like a mosquito stinging an elephant—only the small fry died.

After entering the Linjiang checkpoint, Edward Carter began interrogating the captured cultists.

“Blood God above, divine light will shine in the end.”

“Blasphemers, when the god descends, that will be your death!”

...

Among the Blood God Cultists who endured torture, some had fanatical, terrifying eyes, while others wet themselves and confessed everything.