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Chapter 446 - 446: 446 3,600 Revolutions in One Breath

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“Boss Chen, I used all the copper you gave me on this thing.”

“I’m afraid the other tool you want next will have to be postponed.”

Meng Dahai blew out a smoke ring happily.

He had turned his situation around completely.

Meng Dahai, who had once been forced to take illegal jobs to make a living, was now living too comfortably.

Ever since Chen Yu incorporated him, he didn’t have to worry about food and drink expenses.

There’s a basic salary every month, insurance, and a commission for every order completed.

His standard of living soared.

There was even overtime pay!

He had spent a day and a night creating the Gatling Gun, and the overtime pay alone was 3,000 yuan.

If he didn’t buy a box of high-quality cigarettes to reward himself, he wouldn’t be able to live up to the craftsmanship passed down by his ancestors.

“Chen Yu, and you! The two of you are so audacious!”

“How dare you kill the reapers of the City God Pavilion? Do you know that this is a great crime?”

Judge Qian was so angry that his beard and hair turned white.

He had lived for over a thousand years but had never met such an arrogant person.

Looking down on a judge, killing reapers.

Did these two people know how to write the word ‘death’?

“Boss Chen, isn’t this old thing getting arrogant?”

“He’s just an unrated judge, yet he’s acting like one of the Four Great Judges.” Chen Yu’s attitude was unfriendly, and Meng Dahai’s words were even more unforgiving.

“There’s nothing strange about that, being a lowly being and all.”

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If the people standing before him were Judge Lu or Judge Cui, Chen Yu definitely wouldn’t have faced them head-on.

Did this small judge of the City God Pavilion really think he’s someone important?

Especially after he engaged in malpractice and corruption.

Even if Chen Yu killed him on the spot, it could be considered getting rid of evil for the people.

Meng Dahai nodded and flicked his cigarette butt at Judge Qian.

“What are you looking at? If I see you again, I’ll kill you.”

“I used 17 pounds of red copper to make the Gatling gun. With the three pounds of soybeans in Boss Chen’s hands that have been added with spiritual energy, 1 can flatten your City God Pavilion.”

“Do you hear me?”

Meng Dahai glared at the furious Judge Qian.

After all, the spiritual energy given by Chen Yu was overflowing.

While Meng Dahai did not know where it came from, it was enough to deal with the City God himself, much less Judge Qian.

Judge Qian’s face was filled with anger, but he was panicking internally.

In the Age of Chaos, both humans and ghosts had a hard time.

Cultivators in the human world sought spiritual energy but could not find it. For gods of the underworld like him, their days were even more miserable. Since a few decades ago, the people who came and went were no longer pilgrims but tourists.

They didn’t pray for a peaceful life. They wanted marriage, promotion, and wealth.

From the outside, it seemed like the judge of the City God Pavilion was living a great and dignified life.

In reality, it couldn’t be further from the truth.

One rule in the pavilion had almost broken his cultivation foundation—incense burning was prohibited in tourist attractions.

“Tell me honestly how many bribes you’ve received and how many evil spirits you’ve allowed to harm people!”

Meng Dahai shouted, pulling Judge Qian back to reality.

“How dare you frame me!”

“I’ve been Hangzhou City’s judge for more than 900 years,” Judge Qian said righteously. “I’ve always been upright and law-abiding.”

“Don’t spout nonsense.”

“I will report today’s matter to the City God and punish you two for disturbing the underworld.”

After saying that, dark energy surged around Judge Qian’s body as he prepared to escape.

“Old Meng, do you think he can escape faster than our magic tool could shoot?” The six-tube spiritual tool in Chen Yu’s hand slowly rotated, and a strange sound was emitted from it.

“Who knows? Why don’t we try?”

Meng Dahai replied casually.

“Don’t push your luck!”

Judge Qian’s face turned white, and the dark energy around him disappeared without a trace.

Hold up a minute.

What if Chen Yu went all out and attacked him directly?

Even a good man knew not to suffer an obvious loss, let alone a ghost.

“1 say, you’ve been in the human world for hundreds of years. Don’t tell me you can’t even see the situation in front of you clearly?”

“If you confess, we’ll be lenient and reduce your sentence… Bah!”

In the past, it was usually the judges who interrogated the evildoers. Now that

Meng Dahai was interrogating one of the judges of the City God Pavilion, he found it incredibly refreshing.

He acted as Chen Yu’s substitute and berated Judge Qian for his crimes.

Judge Qian better confess, or he will bring him and the witness to the City God Pavilion.

Judge Qian’s heart sank when he heard the word witness.

Daoist Yunxiao and Huang Shunv, these two useless bastards.

He wouldn’t have ended up in such a state if it weren’t for their lack of secrecy.

In the next moment, Judge Qian’s eyes flashed with killing intent.

There would be no evidence as long as he killed the two demons and the ghost.

Judge Qian took out a brush with his right hand and decided to kill the old ghost first, then the Huang father and daughter.

Even if he would be injured, he knew he needed to destroy the two demons and one ghost.

The killing intent surged, and a cold wind blew.

The Judge Brush in Judge Qian’s hand instantly became three feet long and stabbed straight at the old ghost in the air.

“Bang!”

The old ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in front of everyone.

Judge Qian was quite pleased with his success. He aimed at Daoist Yunxiao, who was the closest to him.

“Master Chen, save me!”

With the soul reaping rope wrapped around his body, Daoist Yunxiao did not even have the chance to run.

“Da da da…”

The Gatling gun spun 3,600 times in a single breath, and countless soybeans swept over.

The soybeans, augmented with spiritual energy, hit Judge Qian’s body like cold water dripping into a hot pot of oil.

Judge Qian’s new official robe was instantly riddled with holes.

“Stop shooting, stop!!!”

Judge Qian grimaced in pain.

Every time he was hit, it was as painful as being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

With his current cultivation, he could still endure a short moment.

If he were to suffer a few more hits, he might just disappear like the eight reapers.

“Are you only begging for mercy now? What did you do earlier?”

Chen Yu bluntly reprimanded Judge Qian.

“Stop, stop now!”

Judge Qian let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He continued to threaten Chen Yu.

He was a judge of the City God Pavilion, a god of the underworld who had been conferred a title.

Once he vanished after his death, Chen Yu would inevitably be buried with him. “Boss Chen, are you really planning to kill him?”

Meng Dahai whispered in Chen Yu’s ear when he saw that Judge Qian was on the verge of death.

Even if Judge Qian deserved death, Chen Yu shouldn’t have been the one who executed him.

The country had its laws, and the government had its rules.

Judge Qian was under the jurisdiction of the Nether World and was also a direct subordinate of Lord Shing Wong.

If Chen Yu really killed him, some things would be difficult to deal with.

“These bastards from the underworld are famous for bullying the weak and fearing the strong. What if they give your ancestors and relatives the treatment of knives, flames, a pot of boiling oil, or pulling their tongue out?”

Meng Dahai suggested that it should be enough to render Judge Qian half-dead.

After sending Judge Qian and the Huang father and daughter to the City God Pavilion, the City God would deal with them.

“Tsk, he got off easy.”

He knew that going too far was as bad as falling short.

He cultivated the path of Heavenly Secrets Strategy, which was no different from using cheat codes in real life.

However, his deceased relatives weren’t cultivators.

Chen Yu wasn’t interested in them visiting him in his dreams every night to complain..