Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 939 - 473: What Are You Afraid Of? I’m Afraid You’ll Run Away_2

"Laughable! It’s the world’s largest absurdity!"

Xuan Zhen stepped forward toward the altar, his crimson eyes fixed on Fang Cheng:

"Now you should understand, the organizational split I mentioned is not something we wanted, but rather it’s your father’s group of stubborn fools who want to split!"

"They betrayed the organization’s highest ideals, attempting to create a ’New Ideal Land’ with ’equality between ordinary people and mutants’!"

"They are the true culprits!"

As if hitting a sensitive point, Xuan Zhen’s emotions showed a hint of excitement, he unwittingly revealed more secrets that outsiders would find hard to discover.

As his words ended, the sinister wind in this bloody space grew even more chaotic.

The numerous wronged souls in the black vortex on the ceiling seemed to echo his rebellious words, letting out even more piercing screams.

Fang Cheng slightly gasped, as if digesting this information, before speaking again after a moment:

"What about the Guangwu Gate incident? Did you cooperate with the military government just to help that former president eliminate dissidents and hit political enemies?"

"Feng Zhonglin?"

Xuan Zhen sneered, disdainfully:

"We did have a brief cooperation with him before, handled a few dirty jobs for him."

"We originally wanted to prop him up as a puppet, but he’s so stubborn and unwilling to accept the many terms offered by the organization."

"Thus, we even considered using the Enchantment Technique to directly control him."

"Unfortunately, he has experts protecting him, and those noble families and the Special Search Team are watching, so this method is highly impractical."

"Therefore, we had to give up, only maintaining a certain level of contact with him."

He changed his tone, a trace of calculation flickered in his eyes:

"Unexpectedly, the situation evolved, the military government became increasingly unsustainable, and at that moment, we reached out to... a better cooperative partner."

Fang Cheng’s eyes lit up, suddenly enlightened:

"People from the new government?"

"Exactly."

Xuan Zhen approvingly glanced at him:

"Through the Guangwu Gate incident, we handed our allegiance to the new government, who also rode this wave to ascend to power smoothly."

"Moreover, the current parliamentary election system naturally disperses power, which is more favorable for our organization; it provides a broader space for activities in Xia Country and deeper penetration than before..."

Fang Cheng furrowed his brows, his tone full of restrained anger:

"Even if that’s the case, there’s no need for you to orchestrate this yourselves and frame your organization’s comrades!"

"Naive!"

Xuan Zhen responded sharply with a rebuttal:

"An organization is like a big tree that needs regular pruning and maintenance. If there are parasites and decaying parts, they must be cleared promptly."

"Otherwise, the root problem will continue to spread, and the whole tree will be ruined."

"Moreover!"

He stepped forward with a tone full of pride:

"Through this cooperation, we’ve connected with the high-ranking members of the new government, gaining unimaginable resources and convenience..."

"Forget it, the intricate web of interests within, there’s no use explaining to a young fledgling like you!"

"I indeed don’t understand."

Fang Cheng sneered disdainfully:

"But I know you’re just a bunch of scum willing to betray friends and become official lapdogs for glory and wealth!"

"Official lapdogs?"

Xuan Zhen was stunned at first, then erupted in a piercing laugh:

"Hahahaha! The young have such pitifully shallow insight!"

He abruptly restrained his laughter, growled grimly:

"To achieve the ultimate goal, any sacrifice and patience on this path are worth it!"

"I can tell you, our ’Ideal Land’ is destined to accomplish something that will shake the world!"

"Once I revive using your body, I will immediately join in."

"Then not just Xia Country, a mere pocket territory for us, but our ideal ’New World’ will inevitably come into existence!"

Fang Cheng seemed stunned by his fanaticism, remained silent for a moment, before seemingly coming to a realization and asked again:

"I have one last question... Do you have a nickname, ’Midnight Red Demon’?"

Xuan Zhen’s expression froze, then turned bizarrely quirky:

"Midnight Red Demon? Haha... kid, that isn’t my nickname."

He looked at Fang Cheng with interest, accentuating each word:

"That’s your father, Fang Shijie’s nickname."

Fang Cheng’s body suddenly stiffened, pupils contracted sharply.

"Hahahaha—"

Xuan Zhen’s face showed some taunting, laughing loudly again:

"So you didn’t know your father’s true nature either! Look at your blood-red eyes... speaking of which, you two really resemble each other."

He curled his lips, feigned a "kind elder" posture, introducing Fang Cheng.

"Your father runs an export company, posing as an upright person, married an ordinary woman for a stable life."

"But secretly, he’s just like me, bloodthirsty, with blood-stained hands, in a frenzy that rivals my own!"

"Back then, I thought he was ruthless, assuming he was one of us, but then..."

Xuan Zhen spat, full of disdain:

"Then I realized he was just a hypocritical gentleman, insisting he was only upholding justice, claiming those he killed deserved to die."

"Utterly laughable!"

Xuan Zhen suddenly raised his voice, his crimson eyes filled with violence.

"Ordinary humans, to us mutants, aren’t they just cattle and swine? Do you need a reason to slaughter pigs and dogs?!"