"Mr. Mask, you!"

"Why? Why did you betray us?"

"What conditions did the officials promise you? Do you really think they'll pardon you?"

"..."

For a moment, all the Ghost Valley Old Guard were arguing endlessly. Compared to the physical pain of having limbs broken and lying on the ground, the sorrow of betrayal deep in their hearts was even harder to accept.

Iron Arm forcefully twisted his torso, using hands whose tendons were completely severed, almost devoid of any strength, with blood-drenched hands resting on Wu Liang's ankle.

His eyes were filled with anger and confusion.

"What exactly do you want to do..."

This gnashing sound was almost enough to crush Iron Arm's gums.

But it only resulted in Wu Liang kicking him away casually, squatting down with a playful grin and said, "Why would I need a pardon from the officials? Did I do something universally abhorrent?"

Even Director Long couldn't stand the sight.

He walked over, sighed with his face covered, saying, "Your undercover work was too thorough, wasn't it? Even at this point, they'd rather suspect you've sided with the officials than believe you weren't one of them from the start."

This sentence completely shattered Iron Arm's and the rest of the Ghost Valley Old Guard's hopes.

"From... the very start, not one of us?" Iron Arm's voice trembled, almost inaudible.

Back in the Utopian Village, when the blue flame monster had almost burned half of his face away, when Hate Fuel was about to ignite all his blood through the wounds.

It was Mr. Mask's Artificial Ghost who stood forward to extinguish the flames for him;

When he hated the Pioneer to the core, wishing to tear him apart but powerless against him.

It was Mr. Mask who publicly beat that bastard Pioneer on live news for the nation, giving them Ghost Valley Old Guard a chance to strike back against the Promised Land;

When he was besieged by officials in Base No. 7, comrades around him all shot down, everyone fought till exhausted, even prepared to be executed by the officials.

It was Mr. Mask who, with a severely injured body, forcibly dragged him out of that Purgatory;

Now the official leader stands out and tells him such a Mr. Mask is an outsider?

"How is this possible... even if this was just for show... was it necessary to go this far?" Iron Arm said as if dead inside.

Suddenly, the entire room filled with a sorrowful atmosphere, the sound of the Ghost Valley Old Guard's hearts breaking.

At that moment, Wu Liang waved his large hand.

A vast amount of Mist in the air formed restraining shackles, cuffing and immobilizing them all.

Then he coldly said, "Hah, you want to play emotional cards with me? Have you forgotten your position?"

"It was you who captured ordinary people to mass-produce Supernatural Objects; it was you who released Artificial Ghosts to disrupt social order; it was you who attempted to subvert human civilization by siding with Supernatural Power."

"From any angle, you're all scumbags deserving of death!"

"You have loyalty, no problem; you work in unity, no problem either."

"But this still doesn't change your essence, just a bunch of social avengers."

After speaking, Wu Liang turned and walked out through the wooden door without looking back.

He had other tasks to perform.

The plan wasn't over yet!

Watching his cold departing back, Director Long laughed, and laughed very wantonly.

"Hahaha! Well said! Go do your thing. I'll take these people back to detain them! Once done, come to headquarters, and I'll treat you to dinner!"

Indeed, such a mission could only be executed by Wu Liang!

He wouldn't be disrupted by any external emotional factors and could perfectly blend into the small group of Ghost Valley Old Guard.

In Wu Liang's eyes, right and wrong were starkly clear.

For him, the world wasn't a colorful hodgepodge, society wasn't a subtle gray, but sharply delineated black and white.

The boundaries of right and wrong were absolute to Wu Liang, not blurred.

If this were the era before the Supernatural revival, Director Long had no doubt someone like Wu Liang would most likely be the police's favorite undercover agent.

Because he has his own brand of justice.

"Mask! What the hell are you planning to do now? Isn't capturing us all enough?" Iron Arm shouted hoarsely at the gradually distant Wu Liang.

The response was just a reply without turning his head, "Capturing all? Don't be ridiculous, you're merely a group of stray dogs I picked up with some leftover value, the real big fish are still struggling in the net."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Liang's figure vanished instantly.

Only a mass of indistinct Mist was left behind.

......

......

"Block them! Block them! Don't let the officials break through! Those with the Unlimited Transmission Chip stay behind! Are there any Artificial Ghosts left? Take them out and activate them!"

In the secret bases of the Promised Land being cleared by officials, the members were still putting up desperate resistance.

Previously, the Ghost Valley Old Guard preemptively confiscated all these Unlimited Transmission Chips during interrogations to prevent escape attempts.

This was why they were still resisting in the base while the Ghost Valley Old Guard had escaped to the Mountain City.

Now their attitude towards the Ghost Valley Old Guard was quite complex.

Firstly, a majority had somewhat started to believe what Ghost Valley Old Guard said, after all, the tasks Pioneer gave them were indeed odd.

Secondly, if not for the Ghost Valley Old Guard's attack, even if officials came to clear them, they could've retreated swiftly without landing themselves in this deadlock.

A blend of pathetic sympathy and gritted hatred intertwined.

"No way! We can't hold them anymore! Should we seek help from other bases?"

"Bullshit! Do you think other bases aren't being cleared by officials too? Going there now is just walking into a trap!"

"Then what? We can't hope those bastards will come back to rescue us again, right?"

Boom——

Just as the words were spoken, the Promised Land's members saw several Awakened at the forefront of the officials being blown away by an explosion.

It seemed as if some force from outside had ambushed the officials, momentarily easing their pressure.

Immediately, a man in a gray robe emerged from the rising dust, shouting loudly towards them:

"Comrades! I'm sent by Ghost Valley Old Guard to assist you! I am Mask!"

"We are the most loyal followers of the Promised Land! How could we abandon our comrades in need!"

"Quick! Break through with me this way!"