174: Killing and destroying the heart! The ultimate judgment from the devil!

Data reception complete... Parsing...

Comparing with public star chart database... 99.8% match...

Cracking encryption protocol... Attempting to establish virtual link... Link successful...

All public intelligence below A-rank for the 'Leviathan' guild headquarters has been obtained... Coordinates confirmed correct.

The Natural Selection's emotionless electronic voice slowly echoed in the empty Hangar.

Lin Mo was not surprised by this result; he nodded.

He turned around and looked again at the pile of "garbage" at his feet, which had completely lost its value.

"You see, your only leverage was built on your ignorance."

A cold arc curved on Lin Mo's lips.

"And now, that ignorance has left you with nothing."

He didn't spare a glance for Jay, merely waved his hand casually at Gu Zhixia, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

"Dispose of the trash; don't dirty my ship."

"Alright."

Gu Zhixia's face bloomed into an eerie and satisfied smile.

Her military boot, which had been resting on Jay's face, slowly lifted.

In Jay's unfocused pupils, he only saw his own reflection, as humble as dust.

He opened his mouth, and an inarticulate roar escaped his throat, seemingly wanting to utter a final plea for mercy.

But he no longer had the chance.

A wisp of dark purple electric light quietly ignited at Gu Zhixia's fingertips.

That electric light was even more condensed, purer, and more ominous than the Nirvana Divine Thunder of the previous thunder dragon.

Sizzle.

Jay's body, along with his expensive uniform, and all his sins, foolishness, and arrogance, were all reduced to nothingness in this silent electric light.

It wasn't decomposition, nor vaporization.

Instead, he was completely and cleanly erased from this universe.

On the cold metal deck, only a dirty stain, soaked by his bodily fluids, remained.

Beside him, Old Ghost, who had witnessed everything from beginning to end, stared intently at that dirty mark.

His eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

His neck let out an unbearable 'crack, crack' sound as he stiffly, inch by inch, turned towards the man standing with his hands behind his back.

Thud!

Old Ghost's legs, which had long since stopped obeying him, could no longer support his teetering body.

He knelt down.

Immediately after, he prostrated himself in a more standard kowtow than ever before, slamming his forehead heavily onto the cold deck.

"Thud!"

"God... Lord God!"

This time, there was no cunning or testing in his voice, only pure, unadulterated fear and humility stemming from the deepest part of his soul.

"This lowly one... was blind... I deserve to die ten thousand times over..."

His body trembled violently, his forehead repeatedly striking the deck, emitting dull thuds.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Those three boxes... I don't want them... I don't want anything... I beg you, sir... I beg you, Lord God..."

"Don't kill me... Don't..."

He was incoherent, as if only this most primitive, self-mutilating kowtow could slightly alleviate the boundless terror that threatened to completely overwhelm his soul.

Lin Mo slowly turned around, his dark golden pupils calmly gazing at the old man prostrate on the ground.

He didn't speak immediately, just watched quietly.

This silent gaze was more oppressive than any thunderous wrath.

Old Ghost felt the air being sucked out, every inch of his skin stinging under that gaze, every breath like swallowing hot razor blades.

Just as he felt his heart was about to burst from fear, Lin Mo finally spoke.

"Look up."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to carry an irresistible magic, causing Old Ghost's stiff neck to uncontrollably lift, little by little.

Old Ghost saw Lin Mo's face.

On that face, there was no killing intent he had anticipated, no impatience, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

It was a state of extreme calm.

And it was precisely this calm that made Old Ghost's fear climb to its peak.

Lin Mo watched him, then remained silent for a full ten seconds.

These ten seconds felt longer than a century to Old Ghost.

"I am a man of my word."