Human Genius? Sorry, I’m a Deviant

Chapter 173: A Convenient Thing

Afterwards.

Su Zhan let the six people before him speak freely, telling him everything they knew about Black City.

He occasionally asked them questions.

The six of them didn't dare slack off in the slightest, holding nothing back and telling him everything they knew.

Their thinking was surprisingly aligned.

After all, the person before them currently held power over their life and death.

If they didn't serve him well enough, their lives would end right here.

Three hours.

Su Zhan made them talk for a full three hours.

This was exactly the kind of collective explanation and questioning he wanted.Because judging by Black City's local customs, one person might be able to lie to him, but six people...

That would be impossible.

The local custom here was that you could be betrayed at any moment by someone you trusted.

Who knows, if someone tried to deceive him, others might expose them to gain favor.

Moreover, they had no reason to deceive him anyway.

They had already laid all their cards on the table.

There was no benefit in lying to him.

After talking for a full three hours.

These six people's mouths were practically dried out from talking.

Su Zhan learned a great deal.

For example, he had previously been puzzled about one thing.

Why did Black City operate this way?

Or rather, why did Black City's lord make this city such a favorable environment for Aberrants to survive?

Logically speaking, the city lord was an Awakened, so why didn't he implement policies that benefited his own kind?

Later, he learned from Brother Dao.

That Black City's lord was a man with great vision.

The city lord's publicly stated philosophy was that Aberrants and humans were one race.

Since we share the same roots, why torment each other so fiercely?

Aberrants and humans shouldn't be enemies.

With greater threats currently looming, the Mist creatures should be Daxia's greatest enemy.

Stop the internal conflict and unite against external threats!

Su Zhan only learned this much.

As for other deeper reasons, he had no way of learning them.

"Sir... do you, do you have any other questions?"

Brother Dao's lips were dry and cracked: "We really don't know what else to say now, could you please give us some direction?"

The others were in similar states.

Looking utterly defeated.

Su Zhan sat in his chair, the notes app on his phone already densely filled with information.

"Sir..."

Brother Dao struggled to kneel upright, his bloodshot eyes filled with pleading: "We've told you everything we know... you see... did we perform acceptably... you said earlier that if we performed well... you would consider... letting us go..."

The leather-clad girl also forced herself to stand up, her voice choked with tears: "We promise to turn over a new leaf from now on... really... I swear I'll never do bad things again."

The others quickly chimed in.

"We promise we'll absolutely never do bad things again!"

"Sir, we were truly blind, unable to recognize true greatness!"

"Sir! Please just let us go like passing gas!"

Su Zhan closed his phone, his gaze sweeping over the five of them.

They immediately held their breath, not even daring to cover their wounds, watching him eagerly as they awaited judgment.

Time seemed to stretch out.

Every second felt like a year.

Finally.

Su Zhan stood up.

Under the six pairs of hopeful gazes.

He walked to the wall and pulled out the two long knives pinned to Zhang Qin's body.

Zhang Qin let out a muffled groan.

Over three hours, to stop the bleeding, his flesh had tightly wrapped around the two blades.

Pulling them out now was equivalent to cutting his flesh all over again.

But compared to the physical pain, he felt more relief.

The man pulling the knives from his body.

Clearly intended to let them go.

Since they were going to live, what did a little suffering matter?

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Brother Dao was the first to cry out, kowtowing excitedly.

The leather-clad girl wept with joy: "We'll definitely start anew!"

The green-haired lackey showed a foolish grin of someone who had narrowly escaped death.

The other two lackeys felt the same, the heavy stone in their hearts finally lifted, an indescribable sense of relief washing over them.

But the next second.

A flash of blade light!

Brother Zhang Qin's head flew off, his ferocious face still wearing a stunned expression.

Blood gushed like a fountain from the severed neck.

Splattering all over Brother Dao's face, who was closest.

The smiles froze on the five people's faces.

The five were dumbfounded, several of them even wetting their pants.

The foul stench of excrement filled the air.

"Why, why..."

Brother Dao stared blankly at the head that had rolled to his feet.

Su Zhan shook the blood off his blade, his tone calm: "When did I ever say I would let you go?"

Second blade strike.

Brother Dao, deceased.

Third blade strike.

Leather-clad girl, deceased.

The green-haired lackey tried to run, but tripped over his own pant leg, and could only watch helplessly as the blade descended.

Within seconds.

Only six corpses remained in the scrapyard.

Su Zhan meticulously wiped his blade clean.

What were they thinking?

They're all adults, still hoping he would let them go?

What a joke.

From the beginning, they had wanted him dead.

Now that they couldn't win, they realized their mistake.

Too late!

Where was this realization earlier?

Only when the tables turned did they start panicking?

If you want to kill others, you must have the awareness that you might be killed instead.

Su Zhan would never keep people who wanted to kill him alive.

And they still hoped he would spare them.

Pure fantasy.

Su Zhan fed all the corpses to the sewer.

Although in Black City, deaths had long become commonplace.

Fighting was allowed in the city.

What wasn't allowed in the city was... private fights in business establishments backed by Black City's authorities, where transactions must be conducted fairly.

Other places.

Do whatever you want.

But as for disposing of corpses.

Su Zhan had already developed the habit.

It was just a matter of convenience.

Then.

He quietly left the scrapyard.

Following the route he remembered from coming here, he returned to his hotel room.

He began silently making plans in his mind.

Three hours.

Su Zhan had gained a decent understanding of Black City's surface-level situation.

From their accounts, he learned.

That Black City's lord was quite a figure.

Hoping to unite all of Daxia's forces to fight against the Mist.

So what was currently the most evil organization within Daxia?

The Transcendence Society.

Therefore, Black City's lord deeply despised the Transcendence Society.

The Transcendence Society had no foothold in Black City!

However...

Su Zhan had some different views about Black City lord's philosophy.

Aberrants naturally needed to hunt humans.

So how could Aberrants and humans possibly unite?

Black City was different.

As mentioned before, it used conflict redirection methods to prevent Aberrants from facing human hostility like in the outside world.

But how could the outside world use such methods?

If the entire outside world were like Black City.

Wouldn't that create chaos?

Su Zhan found this hard to understand.

But besides this point, there were other matters.

These were what he actually needed.

That was the locations of Aberrants in Black City.

Actually, initially Su Zhan wanted Zhang Qin to directly summon the Mist, using this method to level up.

But the other party said he couldn't.

Su Zhan was stunned at the time.

Zhang Qin said that was a secret technique mastered by Transcendence Society Aberrants, and other Aberrants couldn't learn it.