Editor: Elanor
“Sky Viewpoint” had an in-depth explanation regarding the execution incident.
Xia Tian had a fansite made by his extreme fans called “Summer Flames”. This group had been formed when the Luo Qingtian incident had taken place.
The group snowballed and became more and more popular, and set up its own fan site. Xia Tian was tormented cruelly, and the people on the website had been talking every day about which rich people with cruel behaviors and bad characters deserved to die.
The online public relations department, on the surface, called on everyone to be calm, but behind the scenes, it had been fanning the flames in order to keep the heat.
There was an argument in the group two days ago when some rich guy came and made a scene, saying that people here were really narrow-minded when it came to aesthetics and that they could only use basic IQ to classify everything black and white.
Some people refuted him, saying that people like him disguised their personal desires as aesthetics and pleasures that were actually dirty and twisted, but short-sightedness, self-hypnosis and low IQ couldn’t be helped.
The two sides quickly started to quarrel, from the Zone N Massacre all the way to the Guest Show—He Yu also explained it in detail, saying that it was a private show where the rich people invited their favorite Killing Show players to participate. It had only legends, and never been shown to the public. It was said that all the invitees had ended up in a miserable state.
Such quarrels were common on the Internet, and they sometimes caused deaths.
Hackers were a dime a dozen in this day and age, and it didn’t take long for an account to speak up. It said that it had found out the terminal sequence of the rich man who had come to make a scene and knew who he was.
After a few verbal spats—”I don’t mind going public. You guys just feel that you are very powerful when you get together like this”—the anger rose to another level and the hacker simply published his location.
Everyone found out that the troublemaker was a rich kid with a bad reputation. He had three lawsuits against him, for dangerous drug abuse, rape and murder.
“I’m pretty sure there won’t be a conviction,” the man said, “She was reluctant at that time, but who knows if she had actually found it fun. She was a person who took too many drugs which obviously showed that she didn’t have enough self-control. You all are welcome to cause trouble. I have private security guards, none of whom are useless, and I’ll make sure you all die a good death.”
This was his last speech.
He was found dead in his bedroom the next day.
The killer was not a hacking master or a radical fan, but his own “private security guard”, who had direct access to his bedroom.
He killed the guy because the girl who had died was his girlfriend.
In the video that He Yu showed to Bai Jingan, the murderer named Wei Zhen calmly spoke to the camera, “He didn’t die while he was asleep. I woke him up and told him why I was doing this. He begged me to let him go, and I looked him in the eye and shot him in the head.”
He was very handsome, the boy-next-door type, and his expression was very straight-forward.
He said, “I think he died too easily, but time was tight. There was no other way.”
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Drug deaths at parties were not uncommon, and it was impossible to win a lawsuit. Her family made concessions to avoid further trouble after receiving a little compensation, and he, the boyfriend, was left to live on alcohol and drugs.
Everyone said that nothing could be done about it, but he just couldn’t let it go.
Like most people in the Upper World, Wei Zhen was a regular viewer of the Killing Show, and he had watched the entire debate on the Summer Flames website.
He said that he often got drunk recently, because this way, he didn’t have to think about what to do.
But when he watched the Commemorative Show, he saw Eric, who was covered in blood, walk into the express delivery station with a rocket launcher. He also saw Xia Tian explain to Wen Feng what the “Principle of Revenge” meant.
Even though this principle had made countless people in the Lower City pay a terrible price, Xia Tian talked about it like it was a natural thing, as if this was the “sun rises in the east and sets in the west” kind of unquestionable truth.
“Revenge becomes common when the law cannot be relied upon,” Wei Zhen said to the police officer who was interrogating and the camera crew who were watching, “Because if anyone offends you, you have to deal with it yourself.”
He said, “Just like Bai Lin back then, just like Xia Tian now.”
The Halo of the God of War enveloped him, and he made a decision in that instant.
He didn’t have the ability to seek justice from the law, so he could only seek justice on his own.
On the video, Wei Zhen’s expression was calm, surpassing psychedelic drugs or a pleasant afterglow after sex. He looked like a priest walking to the altar. This tranquility came from the soul.
And this statement made the entire program team blow up.
It was common to see dead people in this world. The Killing Show had developed to the point where most people in the Upper World thought that death was just a one gun salute, there were so many ways it could explode.
The most dazzling things that “exploded” in the Upper City were none other than the stars.
The media tried desperately to lead the topic of conversation to Xia Tian, casting a gorgeous glow on the “Principle of Revenge”, claiming that it was a way to live a life of pleasure and revenge, and turned it into a personalized commodity. This commodity belonged to the Massacre, to Bai Lin, to Xia Tian, or to the other stars at the top of the Killing Show.
Coupled with the momentum of the Commemorative Show, the entertainment industry once again began a carnival.
“Sky Viewpoint” carefully edited the video, making it look like a wonderful TV series. It was both socially charged and relevant to the theme of revenge, and then began to broadcast it in a big way.
There were countless interviews and events lined up on Bai Jingan’s schedule, and he didn’t know how many times he had watched the Commemorative Show and the execution video in a short period of time.
The reporters made the execution sound like a terrifying case that happened by accident, but it wasn’t really rare at all, and it certainly wasn’t the first time that it had happened.
The press conference was the usual loud and chaotic scenery, but he showed a solemn and quiet posture. After they played the video and the first reporter asked for his opinion, everyone quieted down and held their breath, staring at him, and waiting, as if it was Xia Tian who had asked the fan to kill the guy he didn’t even know.
Bai Jingan was stared at so intently that he felt uneasy, but he couldn’t leave. He could only barely sit there exuding the brilliance of the God of War.
“This is revenge, what is there to say?” He asked.
“His revenge stems from this Commemorative Show, from Xia Tian’s ‘Principle of Revenge’…” said another reporter.
Bai Jingan thought to himself that the “Principle of Revenge” was not invented by Xia Tian, and he hadn’t even uttered the words “Principle of Revenge”. So, why did it have to be planted on Xia Tian’s head? But the Upper City media looked determined to put it on him.
“Wei Zhen avenged himself,” Bai Jingan said, “The enemy was his, the love was his, and the pain was also his.”
“So does that mean you won’t persuade the fans to calm down?”
“Whether they would like to calm down or not, they will judge by themselves,” Bai Jingan said coldly, “They themselves will know whether that person must be killed. Or, perhaps, they may think that it’s not necessary to take a person’s life and that a good, pleasant life is of higher importance than revenge. A glass of wine can solve many problems.”
He knew his reply wasn’t tactful and harmless enough, but he couldn’t bring himself to pretend to be harmless just a few hours after the Commemorative Show.
“For the deceased, do you have anything to say?” He Yu said.
Bai Jingan said, “I’m not sorry for him at all.”
“I’m Not Sorry For Him At All” was the headline of the social news on Floating Gold TV that day. It was accompanied by Bai Jingan’s portrait; who had a “blood relationship with the God of War”. In the photo, he looked powerful and murderous.
Fans were talking about the Commemorative Show, and the “Principle of Revenge”. They were also obsessed with Bai Jingan and Xia Tian, and were discussing what would happen to the killer with great enthusiasm.
The TV station would definitely not let go of Wei Zhen, this cash cow. This person didn’t know whether he would be executed and this would get broadcasted live or would be thrown into the Killing Show.
The Killing Show was fighting to get Wei Zhen. His experience was very dramatic. Whether he died immediately or lived and killed more people and became a master in the Killing Show, it was very helpful to the ratings either ways.
The public relations department had already started the publicity.
No one was sorry for the dead, dead people were common after all. These days, although it couldn’t be said that “Law is worth nothing”, at least law did not have much of a sense of existence.
The most powerful and rigid laws of the old days had considerably weakened. Except for the most common death penalty and amnesty, genetic control laws got amended ten times a year, and they were all done quietly. It had looked pretty safe sometime ago, but now, one could see at a glance that it had become beyond recognition.
When it came to the real rich people in the Floating Gold Group, they could get everything they wanted.
If justice was not available, why not resort to lynching? Many people had resorted to it. It could be seen on the Killing Show as well. Idols always led a life of repaying kindness with kindness and evil with revenge. Xia Tian did it, and so did Bai Lin. It meant it was really cool.
In this way, “Principle of Revenge” spread like an infectious disease that crept up from the Lower City. No matter how difficult it was to travel between the two places, in the end, no one could really ignore the other.
The next day, the topic of “Principle of Revenge” continued to ferment rapidly.
A day later, they finally got Xia Tian out of the treatment cabin and asked him to express his views on the matter. His opinion was a must.
Xia Tian’s hands and feet were still not in good shape. He was sitting in a wheelchair, and was disoriented from the painkillers. His hair was loose, and Bai Jingan distractedly helped him tie it up. Xia Tian didn’t like loose hair. The men in District N21 had long hair, but they didn’t have the habit of wearing it loose. They thought it was too unkempt to be seen in public with loose hair.
Xia Tian listened blankly to He Yu’s explanation of the case. Earlier, the makeup artist had spent a lot of time styling him up. He had claimed that Xia Tian was the leader of the avengers, standing at the top of the sight of this carnival feast, so he wanted to give him a look that had an air of weakness after coming back to life, but also full of commanding aura.
Bai Jingan felt that this sentence didn’t make any sense, but the Upper City’s makeup technique was beyond ordinary, and it really came out that way.
After hearing what He Yu said, Xia Tian said blankly, “What’s the problem?”
“Everyone’s talking about this now,” He Yu said, “about how a person can take revenge on their own when the law can’t help, and that’s a principle you brought with you from the darkness of the Lower City. Do you have anything to say about that?”
“Uh, it’s not like I invented revenge,” Xia Tian said, “What does it have to do with me if they take revenge?”
The “Sky Viewpoint” planner made a gesture toward He Yu, indicating that the previous sentence had to be cut off and couldn’t be broadcast. He Yu stared at Xia Tian and said, “What else?”
“Doesn’t everyone do that when they’re angry?” Xia Tian said.
Seeing He Yu still looking expectant, he added another sentence, “Do I need to provide support?”
The planner nodded his head, indicating that the sentence worked very well.
On the holographic desktop of the interview venue, the entrance of the Summer Flames website opened. It was a gate with roaring flames burning on it.
There was also a line burning on the door: Those who enter this door will never give up on hope.
At that time, they didn’t know what these flames would burn.
The way BJG tied up Xia Tian’s hair is adorable 😍
Ty for the chapter ❤️
I find everything they do together that is even slightly romantic, adorable. 🤣
Xiao Bai is whipped for Xia Tian istg grrrrrr
All these people are absolute bullshit
Its sickening and sad how xia tian just got treatment and these shitty reporters ask the most deaftone questions （-“”-；) i love Bai’s growing affection for xia, his small gestures warm my heart! (´˘`)♡