Chapter Twenty-Four: We Are Free

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Feikuang Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center.

Right now, everything was still and dead silent.

Yang Feikuang’s corpse lay sprawled on the floor, motionless. The lightning blade rested nearby, still crackling with residual energy, but the battery soon drained, and the high-voltage current faded. Now, the blade was no different from any ordinary knife.

The seven or eight young men in military green uniforms stood frozen in shock. They were supposed to be security guards, but at this center, even security had to undergo brainwashing. Day and night, they had been indoctrinated with the idea that Yang Feikuang was invincible, noble, and great. Now, faced with his sudden death, they were utterly stupefied.

At the start of the fight, Lin Xiaolei had been tied to a bed with strips of cloth. She now struggled against her bonds, shouting, “Let me go!”

Wang Yunfang had been outside the door. When Chopsticks Madman burst in, she tried to block his way but was easily knocked aside. Fortunately, he hadn’t seriously injured her, and she remained conscious, witnessing the entire battle. Her worldview was utterly shattered—there was real martial arts in this world? It was unfathomable. And the weapon Chopsticks Madman wielded was nothing short of science fiction.

Hearing her daughter’s cries, Wang Yunfang rushed over and untied Lin Xiaolei.

Lin Xiaolei got to her feet but ignored Wang Yunfang, her gaze fixed on the spot where Chopsticks Madman had vanished. Her heart surged with emotion. Hailing from N County, she had, of course, heard tales of Chopsticks Madman. She had also seen the heated debates online about the Thunder-King Yang Feikuang.

Never had she imagined that Chopsticks Madman would be the one to save her.

No more of those terrifying electric shocks!

Unwittingly, Chopsticks Madman’s figure now occupied a significant place in her heart.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps approached—several people crept quietly closer. Their temples were charred black, clear evidence of too many electric shocks from Yang Feikuang. Their eyes were hollow and vacant, as if nothing in the world could stir them.

But upon seeing Yang Feikuang’s corpse, a storm of emotions flashed through their eyes—shock, disbelief, and a hesitant joy.

These allies in suffering edged warily toward the body, inspecting every inch from head to neck to torso to feet. They did so with utmost caution, as if afraid the dead Yang Feikuang might suddenly rise.

Lin Xiaolei, Wang Yunfang, and the others were unsettled by this strange behavior.

The survivors continued their careful examination, minutes stretching into eternity, until finally, they were certain—Yang Feikuang was truly dead.

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Then, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, his face twisted with hate and elation, lunged forward and sank his teeth into Yang Feikuang’s charred neck. His name was Little Wei; he had endured countless electric shocks from Yang Feikuang, and his hatred was so deep he could have eaten him alive.

The other allies rushed in, raining punches and kicks upon the corpse.

More survivors soon gathered. In an eerie, wordless silence, they entered the psychological correction room and gazed upon the dead man.

Then, they too unleashed their pent-up fury—fists and feet pummeled the body.

Dead! Dead! The monstrous abuser who shocked them at will was finally dead! The fiend who controlled everything, the demon who cackled in the shock chamber and demanded they kneel and call him Uncle Yang—he was dead! The source of their lifelong nightmares, the one who had cast such a shadow on their souls, was finally dead!

As they kicked, some began to cry; others laughed through their tears.

Tears and smiles mingled together.

“We’re free!”

“We never have to endure those shocks again!”

“Who killed this monster?” someone finally asked.

“It was Chopsticks Hero,” Lin Xiaolei replied, her voice tinged with pride. Yes, Chopsticks Hero was her idol. She hoped that more people would know and revere him.

“Who’s Chopsticks Hero?” asked someone who had been in the center for a long time. Internet access was forbidden here, so they knew nothing of the outside world.

“I know! Before I came in, I’d heard of Chopsticks Hero. He’s a vigilante like Lightning Man or Bat-Man, hunting all sorts of villains. I heard he’d killed gangsters and human traffickers, but he only used to operate in N County. I always admired him. Never thought he’d come to Yang City and kill Yang Feikuang, saving me from this living hell.” The speaker was a pimply fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy. For those shocked by Yang Feikuang, this place was hell on earth.

“I’d heard of him too, but never paid much attention—after all, I’m a girl, not interested in fighting. But I never imagined he’d save me from this hell. From now on, I’m Chopsticks Hero’s number one fangirl,” said a girl, who should have been in the bloom of her teens but was now sallow and gaunt from her ordeal, her temples blackened from too many shocks.

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“Thank you, Chopsticks Hero, for killing Yang Feikuang, that monster,” sobbed Little Wei, tears streaming down his face, the same boy who had bitten the corpse.

Yes, from this moment, they knew—they were free.

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When Chopsticks Madman stormed the center, he had been seen. The security guards, though incapacitated, still managed to raise the alarm.

It wasn’t long before the wailing of police sirens filled the air.

When the captain of Special Action Group C, Nangong Zhu—tall, hawk-eyed, and exuding a deadly aura—entered the Feikuang Center, she was met with the sight of hundreds of youths weeping and laughing in a great tumult.

Every so often, as the tears subsided, a youth would deliver a hard kick to the mangled corpse.

Nangong Zhu was momentarily stunned. “What happened here? The corpse—what has it become? Why does everyone here seem… unhinged?”

Her assistant leaned in and quietly explained the situation at the center.

“So that’s what happened,” Nangong Zhu narrowed her eyes. “I never really paid attention to this place or to scum like Yang Feikuang. Good. Very good. This time, Chopsticks Madman has truly done something to gladden the people’s hearts. All right, begin the investigation.”

Last time, she had conducted a serious investigation.

This time, however, she was completely perfunctory.

Simply put, Nangong Zhu was delighted to see a piece of trash like Yang Feikuang dead.

She would allow herself this indulgence.

Besides, Nangong Zhu was no ordinary officer—she was captain of a special unit, high in rank and power, with the privilege to act as she pleased.

And, of course, there was a ready-made excuse: “All evidence at the scene, including every clue on Yang Feikuang’s body, was destroyed as hundreds of teenagers kicked him. Why did they do such a thing? Simple—Yang Feikuang was just too cruel.”

“Of course, Chopsticks Madman, if your next target isn’t another piece of human garbage, I will still arrest you.” A dangerous glint flashed in Nangong Zhu’s eyes.

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