43: Chapter 43 I Won't Let You Die

"Sigh... Twin-Blade Cheng Yu, you are making this very difficult for me!"

"Second Middle School Overlord Cheng Yu" smoothed back his hair, which looked as if it had been licked by a dog; this was an important feature that distinguished him from other Cheng Yus Clones.

Like other Cheng Yus Clones who were involved in the underworld, he would find ways to conceal the tattoo on his forehead, using other attire to make himself stand out.

"Difficult, huh... Then don't handle it!" Twin-Blade Cheng Yu kicked over the table in front of him.

"You want to start a gang war with me?!" Second Middle School Overlord Cheng Yu drew his pistol, preparing to take a shot at Twin-Blade Cheng Yu.

However, the reason Twin-Blade Cheng Yu was able to monopolize the meat, egg, and milk supply in the "Yucai" Hive City was thanks to the two machetes in his hands.

So, which is faster: a blade cutting someone, or a gun shooting someone?

"Ahem, 'Yucai' Hive City Free Trade Market District, ahem, can you hear me? Is the sound clear? This is the 'Yucai' Hive City Control Center. If you can hear me, put down all weapons."

All the gang member Cheng Yus immediately threw their swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and whatever else they had onto the ground.

"Those two with guns on you, do you want to die?"

Second Middle School Overlord Cheng Yu and Customs Registrar Cheng Yu hurriedly threw their guns on the ground as well.

It wasn't that they were cowardly; the Hive City Control Center was a terrifying entity. They could use infrasonic weapons to pinpoint and eliminate all life in a specific area of the Hive City.

If you offended the Hive City Control Center, you might as well go sleep with the Orks on the planet's surface from then on.

"According to Article 72, Chapter 39 of the 'Imperial Truth' established by His Majesty: in all internal conflicts such as soldier mutinies, gang wars, and domestic violence between spouses, only cold weapons are permitted; firearms or psychic powers are not allowed. Don't misunderstand; this isn't to protect you, but because we are afraid you will break too many things."

"Ahem, do you understand?" the Hive City Control Center asked.

"Good if you understand. Continue. All property in the universe belongs to His Majesty. May His Majesty live forever!"

"May His Majesty live forever!"

All the clones placed one hand over their chests.

As the Control Center cut the broadcast, the Cheng Yus picked up their cold weapons and began slashing and smashing each other.

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu didn't even dare to pick up his gun, fleeing in a panic toward the outside of the Free Trade Market.

However, the gang member Cheng Yus had already gone mad with killing; the scene was covered in blood, severed limbs, and broken arms.

Even the vendor Cheng Yus were infected by this madness, pulling out their kitchen knives or steelyards to join the fight, settling old scores and grudges.

Actually, one cannot blame them; currently, the vast majority of Cheng Yus Clones are engaged in meat-grinder-like battles against the Sector Allied Forces on the galactic frontier.

Surging killing intent rushed through their shared consciousness like a tsunami, battering the will of every Cheng Yus Clone.

Only those high-ranking Cheng Yus, having been granted higher authority by the main body, were spared from this influence.

Clearly, Customs Registrar Cheng Yu had made the wrong choice earlier; he had lost a job that was actually quite decent.

Gang wars were breaking out in the lower levels of every Hive City; some Hive City Control Centers had even used infrasonic weapons to eliminate the gangs that had become too crazed.

"Kill!"

A gang member Cheng Yu slashed a blade at Customs Registrar Cheng Yu's face, but the latter skillfully used a joint lock to dislocate the attacker's arm.

After all, he was once a first-class personal guard to Countess Dukaria; his skills were still...

"Pfft!"

Another gang member Cheng Yu stabbed a dagger into Customs Registrar Cheng Yu's lower back.

"F***... F*** your high school homeroom teacher, kill!"

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu, an honest man who just wanted to live a quiet life, went mad at this moment.

He forcefully twisted the neck of the previous gang member. With his adrenaline surging, he temporarily blocked out the pain, turned around, and punched the knife-wielder in the eye socket.

More gang members rushed over; that was how armed brawls went—whoever made the most noise got slashed.

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!!"

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu had gone berserk. These low-level gang members, emaciated from hunger and eating nothing but starch, were nothing like him, who could eat big fish and meat every meal while following Countess Dukaria.

When a strong, honest man goes mad, this bunch of scrawny thugs were no match for him at all.

In just over a minute, Customs Registrar Cheng Yu had already killed more than a dozen clones around him.

He himself was covered in blood from being slashed, and his eyes were burning so much from the blood that he could barely keep them open.

"Is this my limit?"

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu was exhausted; he leaned against the flower stall from before. The florist Cheng Yu was already a corpse by now.

More gang members gathered around. They all had long weapons in their hands and had formed a battle formation, preparing to stab this Upper Hive lord to death together.

"Heh... I'm dead." Customs Registrar Cheng Yu sighed, looking up.

The white rose bouquet nearby had almost been stained red by the blood by now.

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu thought that before he died, he would surely be thinking of his fiancée.

However, as his consciousness blurred, he couldn't picture Seraphie's face in his mind no matter how hard he tried.

After all, she was just a stranger he had met twice; it was normal that he couldn't remember.

"What a pity, before dying, I still... still... how does that word go? I can't remember, how bitter!"

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu spat out bloody foam and sighed up at the sky.

"Oh my, who is this? Isn't this my Chief Guard Cheng Yu? You haven't been doing so well since leaving me, have you?"

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu thought he was seeing an illusion of Countess Dukaria.

"Eliminate all other clones here!"

"Understood!"

"Pick up the guns, pick up the guns, those are worth a lot!"

Countess Dukaria's personal guards formed a battle formation and dealt with all the gang members without taking any damage.

These were fallen clones, so there would be no psychological burden in eliminating them.

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu had entered his final moments and began a moment of lucidity.

He opened his eyes and took a deep breath, like a drowning fish. In this state of lucidity, he could even struggle to try to stand up.

But in the end, he failed, collapsing into a half-kneeling position.

"Do you regret it? If you had agreed to me back then, you wouldn't be dying today."

Arya cupped Customs Registrar Cheng Yu's blood-soaked face. "I can give you another chance."

"I... still won't agree, but... if you give me another chance... I definitely won't transfer posts."

Customs Registrar Cheng Yu could no longer see. He fumbled to pick up the blood-stained white rose from the ground. "I will serve you in my next life, Aria."

At this moment, his appearance reverted to that of Chief Guard Cheng Yu; the transfer had failed after all.

"You won't have a next life!"

Arya Drukhari suddenly raised her Aeldari fiber-gun and fired a shot directly at Chief Guard Cheng Yu's forehead.

"I do not allow you to die."