412: Chapter 412 You want me to repay with my life? Fine.

The soundwaves converged into a physical hammer, pounding against everyone's eardrums one after another.

It started with just a few scattered individuals, but soon, the entire stands joined this massive chorus. They stood on their seats, waving their arms, screaming those two words with all their might. The fragile defensive line of Security Personnel was pushed back inch by inch, and the blue ripples flickering on the surface of the isolation wall merged into a blinding sea of light; every strike made the entire venue resonate.

In the crowd, someone took off their jacket and used a marker they had with them to write a blood-red name on the back.

"Li Hongbin!"

Then he held the garment high, like a flag.

More people began to follow suit. Those without pens scratched their fingers with their nails, using blood to write the names of those they knew who had died inside the arena on their clothes, arms, or anywhere they could write.

"Wang Lei!"

"Zhang Hao!"

"Liu Fang..."

Although most people had only just seen the names temporarily on the big screen.

But the makeshift "blood flags" were still raised. The one hundred and forty-one names, amidst the roars of a hundred thousand people, seemed to transform into one hundred and forty-one vengeful spirits, circling above the venue.

At the backstage passage entrance, Chen Jing's expression could no longer be described as merely unsightly. He stared fixedly at the soaring public opinion risk index on the main control screen; every time that red number ticked upward, it felt like his flesh was being carved out.

Losing money—he had long been prepared for that. But now, the nature of the situation had changed.

This was no longer a problem that money could solve. This was a trial of the Organization.

He gritted his teeth and sent a top-priority encrypted command through the internal channel to Lin Yu, who was inside the isolation wall.

[Stay silent. Do not say a single word. Official handling.]

The moment the command was sent, Chen Jing snatched the main broadcaster from the Security Captain's hand and turned the power to the maximum.

"Beep—!"

A sharp, long tone drowned out all the noise, forcing the venue into silence for half a second.

"The Organization offers its deepest condolences to all the victims of this unfortunate incident!" Chen Jing's voice echoed through the venue via the broadcast system. "We understand the grief of the families and friends! Here, on behalf of the Organization, I solemnly announce that we will immediately establish a special pension fund and..."

He was prepared to sign a preliminary compensation agreement with the Man surnamed Wang on the spot, using direct benefits to dismantle this storm.

However, before he could finish.

The Man surnamed Wang looked at him, then at the broadcaster in his hand that represented the "official attitude," and then glanced at the expressionless Lin Yu inside the isolation wall.

He realized that the Organization was about to compromise.

This was the best outcome he had anticipated. But at this moment, a sliver of greed overwhelmed his reason. He turned his head and squeezed out two words in a barely audible whisper to the Man with old scar beside him.

"Raise the stakes."

The Man with old scar understood, stepped forward, and his voice was even louder than Chen Jing's broadcaster.

"Compensation? Who the hell wants your filthy money!"

He pointed at Lin Yao in the center of the arena, then at Lin Yu.

"What we want is justice! I propose that their citizenship be revoked immediately! Deport them!"

"Not enough!" In the crowd, another arranged voice immediately followed up, "They must kneel and bow before the tombstones of all the deceased for a hundred days! Not a single day less!"

"And the Organization! Don't you think you can escape either! You must post a public apology on the homepage of your official website for a hundred days!"

Listening to these "conditions" rising one after another, the Man surnamed Wang's grief-stricken expression perfectly revealed a hint of helplessness from being "coerced by public opinion." He knew that the act had reached its conclusion. As long as he finally stepped forward to "reluctantly" accept a sky-high compensation plan, everything would be perfect.

No, more than that—if this accident was handled well, he could live off it for a lifetime!

Heavens!

Live off it for a lifetime, never having to worry about food or drink again!

Brother, you died well!

You should have died long ago!

Right at that moment.

Chen Jing's broadcast, those noisy conditions, and every other sound abruptly vanished.

The entire venue's sound system seemed to have been choked, falling into a dead silence.

Then, a calm, clear, emotionless male voice took over all the speakers.

"You."

Without anyone noticing when, Lin Yu had already stood before the isolation wall. He didn't use any equipment, but his voice was precisely poured into everyone's ears through every corner of the venue.

He looked at the Man surnamed Wang across the constantly flickering energy wall.

"I'm asking you, are you sure you only want a 'life for a life' and don't want any cash compensation?"

The Man surnamed Wang was stunned.

He hadn't expected Lin Yu to make such a move at all. Was it a bluff? Or was he crazy?

But he was already in too deep to back down. Under the gaze of a hundred thousand people, he could only play his tragic persona to the end.

He straightened his chest and roared with all his might: "Yes! I don't want money! If my brother can be brought back to life, I, Wang, am willing to give away my entire family fortune!"

"He's my only brother!"

"You have no idea, he and I have depended on each other for so many years... Give me back my brother's life!"

"Well said!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him! He's trying to change the subject!"

"Let him pay with his life!"

A mountain-like roar of support erupted from the audience, nearly pushing the Man surnamed Wang onto a moral altar.

Backstage, Zhong Huai watched this scene and had already begun editing new identity files for the Lin siblings on the light screen.

Their identities had already been cleaned; if it really came down to it, they could just put on another show today.

Wen Yan stared intently at Lin Yu's back, a ridiculous premonition welling up in his heart. This kid, he wouldn't really want to...

Lin Yu did not look at anyone else again.

He slowly raised his right hand.

In the air, elements began to condense. The phantom of a card emerged and solidified above his palm. The edges of the card sparkled with minute diamond-like light, and the potion pattern in the center displayed a strange, life-like pulsation.

[purification instant burst potion]

"What is he doing?" Zhong Huai's movements stopped.

Lin Yu ignored everyone's astonishment. He took that materialized potion card and slapped it onto the vein of his left arm like an adhesive bandage.

The moment the card touched his skin, it turned into a pool of icy blue liquid, visibly flowing upstream through his blood vessels!

"Ugh..."

An extremely suppressed groan escaped Lin Yu's throat. His body trembled violently, and his forehead was instantly covered in large beads of cold sweat. Beneath his skin, wherever the blue medicinal liquid passed, veins bulged one by one, crawling on his arm like hideous centipedes. It was the excruciating pain of pure energy forcibly remodeling his physical body, enough to make the toughest warrior howl.

Lin Yu just gritted his teeth hard, propping his right hand against the isolation wall to keep himself from kneeling.

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone was awestruck by this bizarre scene.

A few seconds later, all the icy blue light disappeared into his heart.

Lin Yu released his right hand from the wall.

That empty shell of the potion card, now transparent and drained of energy, drifted down from his arm like a weightless piece of plastic paper, landing on the ground with an imperceptible soft sound.

He looked up, his gaze precisely locking onto the Man surnamed Wang across the light-shimmering isolation wall.

Then, into the amplification system covering the entire venue, he calmly spat out a single word.

"Fine."