Then let the witch offer her loyalty

"Haha, I get it, this must be an impromptu performance arranged by Mr. Tang."

Suddenly, with a loud "boom," the ceiling exploded and collapsed, scattering metal fragments and concrete blocks everywhere.

A huge black shadow crashed straight onto the stage, its terrifying force causing the entire banquet hall to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Through the rising dust, everyone could see that it was a large shipping container, the entire metal body deeply embedded in the platform, completely deformed.

Whatever was inside, it's probably smashed to pieces now.

However, this idea was quickly shattered by reality.

"boom!!!"

With a roar no less deafening than a crash, the heavy container door was smashed open from the inside, revealing a gruesome, explosive gap.

A petite figure jumped out from the fall. It was a young girl who was covered in blood from the fall, and blood was still dripping from her dark gray hair.

She looked only eleven or twelve years old, and her youthful, slightly chubby face was quite adorable.

However, that face completely distorted people's perception of "children".

She slightly raised her head, a chilling, sinister smile on her face, her eyes a strange and violent blood red, gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"cut!!!!!"

Wolf Moon let out an excited howl, grabbed the large cleaver hanging at its waist, and instantly transformed into a blur as it charged towards the crowd.

With a "thud," the nearest thug was cleaved in two on the spot, his body parts flying out and hitting the wall, splattering a patch of scarlet blood.

Someone died, and the uproar exploded like a powder keg being lit. The leaders of the violent groups got up and fled, and their female companions who had come with them also ran away in panic.

Wolf Moon charged toward the nearby burly man, severing his head with a single blow. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the cleaver traced a crimson arc, beheading two thugs who were running away with their heads in their hands.

The Dawn Society guards were present at the banquet. They had already realized what was happening and quickly drew their pistols, aimed them at Wolf Moon, and pulled the triggers.

"Bang bang bang-"

Bullets struck Wolf Moon's body and head from all directions, but without exception, they only left shallow bloodstains; even the deepest bullets were stuck in the muscle layer.

Wolf Moon was attacked, and her extreme excitement caused her mad blood to surge violently within her body. The surge of mad blood, in turn, intensified her excitement, making the blood red in her eyes even more intense, and her whole being burst forth with a ferocious rage.

One of the thugs emptied his magazine and before he could reload, Wolf Moon pounced on him like a beast, his knee slamming heavily into his chest.

The sound of bones shattering rang out, and the thug's body slammed against the wall like a kite with a broken string. Before he could even slide down, Wolf Moon's blade was already at his neck.

"Pfft!!!"

This ferocious strike cleaved the thug through the wall, head and all, spraying blood mist onto the wall lamp and turning the surrounding area an eerie crimson.

"Someone! Quickly! Don't let her get any closer!"

"Hey Tang, what are you good for?! Where are your men? Get them moving!"

"Hold on, I'm going to call the police!"

The crowd pushed and shoved each other, trampled, smashed glasses, overturned tables and chairs, and shouted incessantly.

Wolf Moon transformed into a slashing king, wielding a large sword and hacking and slashing at anyone he encountered.

The crowds that passed through were like ears of wheat being harvested by a sickle, falling to the ground in swathes, their heads violently chopped off.

"Killing people feels so good!"

"Killing people feels so good!!"

"Killing people feels so good!!!"

Wolf Moon grew more and more excited as he slashed, his whole body going mad. Each strike was accompanied by a muffled thud as flesh and bone were torn apart, and waves of blood rose up wherever he went.

Someone tried to resist, lunging at her from behind to subdue her, but she grabbed his wrist, twisted it gently, and snapped his arm like a tree branch. Then, with a swift stroke, her head flew off.

The gunmen's bullets rained down like a storm, but she didn't flinch, letting the bullets hit her.

At first, these firearms could at least break a few skin.

But later, as the mad blood surged and strengthened his body, his skin became so tough that it could no longer be broken, leaving only shallow white marks, or even bouncing off like hitting steel.

Wolf Moon charged into the group of gunmen and started hacking without saying a word. His broadsword turned into a blur of afterimages, and heads flew everywhere like corks from champagne bottles.

Zhu Zhiwei, the most formidable fighter in the Dawn Society, was cowering under the table, so terrified that he wet himself, his pants soaked through.

He was indeed one of the top henchmen in the entire border region, and had seen many big scenes. He even had more than a dozen lives on his hands.

But no matter how brutal the thugs are, they are still ordinary people who are hacking at each other. At most, they are just a little more brutal and vicious. They have never seen such a scene of heads flying everywhere.

"Tap, tap, tap." At this moment, with a series of light footsteps, a person came to the table and squatted down.

Chen Moxin slowly lowered her body, bent down and looked at Zhu Zhiwei, who was terrified and had wet himself under the table. She blinked her amber eyes and revealed a sunny and cheerful smile.

He stiffened his neck and, mimicking Zhu Zhiwei's tone, said, "Everyone's a psionicist~ He's not chaotic~"

Zhu Zhiwei let out a strange cry and crawled out from under the table, trying to escape.

Suddenly, a blade flashed, and his head spun and flew up onto the chandelier. The headless corpse staggered forward a few steps due to inertia before collapsing to the ground, paralyzed.

The attack happened so suddenly that no one expected it.

Old Tang was, after all, one of the most prominent figures in the border region. While he might not be able to control everything, he certainly had connections and influence, and he had a lot of influence within the Public Security Bureau. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to build such a large business.

Because they trusted in Mr. Tang's abilities, the guests came to the banquet without even bringing bodyguards, as no one believed that anything could go wrong on Mr. Tang's turf.

However, reality dealt them a bloody blow.

Those who were targeted by Wolf Moon and attacked first were already decapitated, with hundreds of corpses lying everywhere and blood flowing like a river on the ground.

Even those who ran towards the exit in the chaos soon discovered, to their despair, that the corridors and windows in the rooms were all twisted and collapsed under the influence of some force.

Even the gaps were blocked by twisted metal, turning the entire banquet venue into a death cage from which neither one could enter nor leave.

Wolf Moon had already driven himself to utter madness, his irises, affected by the mad blood, were crimson red, like an uncontrollable raging flame.

His lips were wildly upturned, almost tearing apart, and his laughter was extremely distorted by his bloodlust, even carrying an almost moaning pleasure, as if every breath filled with blood was a sip of the fragrance of battle.

"Chop, chop, chop, chop! Men chop, chop, chop! Women chop, chop, chop! Old men chop, chop, chop! Kids chop, chop, chop! I chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!!!!"

Wolf Moon, wielding a large knife, slashed at anyone she could catch. Her hair, disheveled and soaked in blood, swung wildly with each movement, like a mad wolf breaking free of its shackles, completely immersed in the thrill of slaughter.

Wolf Moon hacked away for over ten minutes, wiping out all one thousand guests at the banquet, along with all the guards present.

The hall reeked of blood and rust, so strong that it almost made blood droplets form on the tip of one's nose. The carpet had long lost its original color, completely soaked in blood, forming large patches of dark, blackened stains, making it feel like stepping into a rotting swamp.

The corpses were piled up like hills, lying haphazardly everywhere, and blood flowed down the steps and into the cracks, converging into winding, dark red streams.

"Kill! I want to kill more!!!!"

The surge of mad blood within her drove Wolf Moon into a frenzy. She was so excited that when she saw Chen Moxin standing not far away, she didn't even recognize her own allies and directly swung her sword at his head.

Without saying a word, Chen Moxin picked up a broken corner of the table from the ground.

Upon seeing Chen Moxin carrying a stick, Lang Yue shuddered as if triggered by some instinct, his eyes clearing.

Her furry ears lay flat against the ground, turning into airplane ears, and she stood there, too afraid to move.

"No longer insane?"

"I'm not crazy anymore, I've had my fill of hacking and slashing..."

Chen Moxin threw away the stick in her hand and led Lang Yue onto the stage.

He flipped over the collapsed table in the corner, revealing Old Tang trembling with fear beneath it.

From the very beginning, Tang Lao was specially protected by Chen Moxin, who prevented Lang Yue from touching him.

Good dishes should be saved for last.

At this moment, Old Tang was so frightened that he completely lost control of his bladder. Looking at the blood-soaked Wolf Moon, he asked in a trembling voice, "Why...why did you have to be so cruel..."

Wolf Moon blinked, scratching the back of his head innocently: "I don't know, they said you can kill people here at will, so I came."

Chen Moxin leaned down, looked into Tang Lao's eyes, and said, "I really don't understand how someone as insignificant as you dares to openly confront the state's violent authorities?"

"Has our bureau been enforcing the law in a civilized manner for too long, and being too moral, given you the illusion that we can bully you at will? No, we need to change that impression in the future."

Old Tang knelt on the ground, his sobbing voice trembling and distorted: "Brother... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."

Chen Moxin shook her head: "You don't just know you're wrong, you know you're going to be chopped up."

"Wolf Moon, chop him into minced meat, but do it slowly, don't let him die too quickly."

Wolf Moon let out an excited howl and charged forward, wielding his knife and hacking wildly.

The scene was filled with Tang Lao's heart-wrenching screams.

Chen Moxin pressed two fingers to her temples and waved to Old Tang, who was being chopped to pieces: "On behalf of Comrade Chen Yuehong, I extend my greetings to you."

In the end, Old Tang was truly chopped into minced meat, and his original form was completely unrecognizable.

As Chen Moxin crossed her arms and surveyed the scene, her communicator rang.

"Brother Chen, have you sorted things out over there? If you have, let's get out of here. I reckon the police will be getting the news soon."

"Okay, coming right now." Chen Moxin was about to leave when her eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, wait a minute, I've got an idea!"

"Zhongguo, you guys go back first. Langyue and I will leave a gift for the Public Security Bureau."

Chen Moxin hung up the call and smiled at Lang Yue, "Little Lang Yue, I've seen your previous file. I heard you have a special skill."

He leaned down and whispered something in Wolf Moon's ear.

Wolf Moon asked with clear eyes, "Do you want to perform that?"

Chen Moxin urged enthusiastically, "Yes, that one, hurry up."

...

“Beep—beep—”

With a sharp siren, the police, who had just received the news, finally arrived at the Jinyu Hotel.

The engineering team that arrived first was breaking down the twisted metal blocking the passage, while fully armed sheriffs stood guard outside.

"Wow—"

"It's broken through! Go in! See what's inside!"

A special task force from the Public Security Bureau was the first to enter the scene.

However, after a short while, these commandos suddenly staggered out.

These were all highly trained elites with extremely strong mental fortitude, yet they frantically removed their masks, collapsed to the ground, and vomited violently. Their faces were deathly pale, as if they had suffered a severe mental shock.

The on-site commander hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

"Inside...inside..." The commando said in fear, but then suffered another stomach spasm and collapsed to the ground, vomiting violently.

The commander gritted his teeth and led the way into the banquet hall.

In an instant, the scene before him sent chills down his spine, and his mind went blank as if he had been hit by a bomb.

In the center of the banquet hall, a scarlet creation stood amidst corpses and a sea of ​​blood. It was shaped like a pyramid, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and its main body was composed of pure human heads!

The base of the heads narrows upwards from a wide base, with each head fitting together at a precise angle. Many heads are still staring blankly ahead, their eyes wide open, their faces frozen in terror.

This is a mound of Jingguan (a type of ancient Chinese statue)!

A giant mound of human heads made up of 888 human heads!

Chapter 218 Self-punishment with three cups

The next day, Chen Moxin arrived at the Administration Bureau on time.

As soon as he arrived at his workstation, an judge approached him: "Chen Moxin, go to conference room number one on the sixth floor. Someone is looking for you."

The judge spoke with a strange expression, looking at him with a "you've done something wrong, haven't you?" look.

"Okay, I understand, I'll go right away."

Chen Moxin left the office and went to the conference room on the sixth floor.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard an angry roar coming from inside.

"Your administration is going way too far!!!"

Chen Moxin walked over and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."