The Butcher took a long stride off the elevator, breaking the silence first.
In the spacious and bright corridor, whenever he stepped forward, the crowd would recoil in terror, retreating a step, not daring to even breathe heavily.
Among these haughty old bastards, who had ever endured such humiliation?
Immediately, they erupted in curses at the guards!
“What are you all standing there for? Why haven’t you opened fire yet?”
“Kill that sleeve! Quickly kill that monster!”
“You bunch of useless trash! We pay you so much money to be nothing but dead weight? Get that monster captured and locked up in the simple room!”
The guards gripped their weapons tightly, their faces betraying suppressed panic.
The Butcher’s presence here spoke volumes—no one here was a match for him!
Once a person begins to retreat, it becomes very difficult to face fear again.
Jiang Huaying had seized this very fact and had successfully turned many guards to her side along the way; now was no different.
“Please do not act rashly. I do not intend to harm any of you. Everything happening here today is merely to clean house.” Her voice was calm and powerful, carrying a soothing force.
Gradually, the guards calmed down and began to reconsider Jiang Huaying.
This was their first time meeting the eldest Miss of the MF Group.
With her golden hair, fair skin, and red lips—beautiful just like the legends but without the usual haughty disdain the other high-ups cast upon them—the emerald eyes she wore looked at them like a clear lake, free from any contempt or scorn.
The Guard Captain hesitated for a few seconds, then rasped dryly, “My other squads…”
Jiang Huaying looked at him: “As long as none of them make a move against us, they’re fine.”
With her confirmation, the captain made a decision almost instantly.
He glanced at his men and gestured to them.
In a moment’s breath, the guards disappeared cleanly from the corridor.
Jiang Huaying was very satisfied with their pragmatism, but the remaining Councillors were furious:
“What do they think they’re doing?”
“I’ll dismiss you all! From now on, you and your families won’t be allowed to stay in the Upper District!”
“Traitors eating from our table!”
After cursing the guards, these old bastards turned their ire toward Jiang Huaying, showing their true colors as bullies preying on the weak.
A shriveled old man, looking like a shrunken melon, pointed at Jiang Huaying’s nose and shouted, “Are you crazy? Hurry up and stop this beast! Otherwise, we’ll find a way to bring you back—remember, you’re still just a two-legged sheep in the Lower District. Life isn’t that good for you yet!”
Another elderly man with a head full of silver hair put on a pale face and said, “Lumi, you’re still young and don’t understand much. But we elders wouldn’t harm you. Listen to your grandmother—this MF Group will still be yours in the future. If you’re unhappy, just say so.”
Jiang Huaying listened, unable to help but scratch her cheek.
These people’s faces were way too thick.
Her Zhima Tuan Ge Cat on her shoulder was even more furious, twisting its form, practically wanting to swallow them whole!
Jiang Huaying patted it gently and asked calmly, “What if I don’t?”
The Council members were stunned, probably not expecting such a challenge from a young girl.
One of them sneered coldly, “How long do you think you can control the Butcher?”
“The Butcher is MF Group’s property. The bottom-layer code is still in our hands. I can order the sleeve to kill you right now!”
Hearing this, Jiang Huaying’s heart jumped sharply.
During this time, the Butcher’s obedient attitude had made her completely forget that he was, from the start, a killing machine created by MF Group.
Even though she had coaxed the Butcher into becoming his Master, this fact remained unchangeable.
Jiang Huaying’s heart was heavy. Her hand brushed the jet-black horn, involuntarily tightening slightly, and for a moment, she didn’t dare look at the Butcher.
Even the Zhima Tuan Ge Cat on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, didn’t notice.
Her reaction was observed by the Council members, instantly fueling their hope.
The man, likely in charge of experimental research, quickly pulled out a palm-sized controller, operated it, and input a Command.
After two seconds of loading, the Operating Panel displayed a line of text: “Command successfully established.”
The man didn’t expect such success and showed a look of ecstasy.
The others’ faces turned grim, their eyes fixed on the Butcher, waiting for his reaction.
Jiang Huaying saw it too, feeling a chill in her hands and feet.
That glaring green prompt was self-explanatory, stabbing at her head and making her dizzy. She felt like a half-hanging pear blossom in a storm, ready to collapse.
Finally, the Butcher moved.
The mech slowly turned its oddly shaped head; its bones clattered as it spoke, “You want me to kill them?”
The Council members who witnessed Jiang Huaying’s Blood Oath froze.
For a moment, the air was heavy with silence.
Several seconds later, Jiang Huaying reacted, loosening her bitten, blood-red lips and stammering, unsure how to express herself: “Imon, you… just now… they gave you a Command…”
The Butcher responded softly, “Hmph.”
The inorganic red electronic light stared straight at Jiang Huaying, utterly pure.
The man with the controller nervously input the Command again, almost poking the panel through, muttering, “How can there be no response? How can there be no response?!”
The Butcher grew impatient waiting for Jiang Huaying’s order and irritably looked at the man.
With a sharp “mip,” the man was slapped into the wall by the Butcher!
The world immediately fell silent.
The Butcher turned to Jiang Huaying, voice low and grave but every word crystal clear: “You are my Master.”
Only she could command the sleeve.
A faint ringing sounded in Jiang Huaying’s ears.
Simple and straightforward six words, without any embellishment—just the plainest statement.
The Butcher was not skilled in words but laid everything he had before her.
He growled once more: “Master.”
The hot breath that escaped from his mouth was intense and overwhelming; Jiang Huaying felt as if her skin was being singed, burning all the way to her heart.
The old Council members never expected things to develop this way.
Their gazes flicked back and forth between Jiang Huaying and the Butcher, unwilling to believe it was true!
The Butcher—Imon.
Because of him, Montford had its current unchallengeable position, capable of suppressing them all.
Yet, despite this, no one had ever heard the Butcher call Old Montford or Zane “Master.”
But now, the God called a young girl “Master”!
A wave of fear threatened to swallow them, but more than that was the late-coming dread.
“Imon, do what you must.” Jiang Huaying heard herself say.
The Butcher received the Command and took a huge step forward, the murderous aura from his blood-stained abdomen pressing down heavily.
The timid ones collapsed straight to the ground.
Jiang Huaying straightened her back, her spirit lively as if she were a little sorcerer riding a fierce dragon, showing off.
“Eight people cursed me.”
“And that one, he just glanced at you.”
“Don’t let this one go either, his mouth stinks!”
“Ha! That one too…”
She pointed one by one, and the Butcher’s cold electronic eyes swept over the named individuals.
Their faces turned ashen and terrified, starting to run in the opposite direction.
The Butcher was in no hurry to pursue; he first covered Jiang Huaying’s eyes with his hand, then raised his deadly great axe.
Shouts, pleas, fleeing…
They tried to escape back into the conference room but could only watch helplessly as those inside closed the door.
No matter how much they begged or cursed, the conference room door remained tightly shut.
Jiang Huaying could not see what happened inside; she could only hear the chaotic noise slowly diminish until absolute silence fell.
On the Golden Corridor, known as the most luxurious part of the MF Tower, a crimson path was paved with spilled blood.
The Butcher held her tightly, taking firm, steady steps forward.
The remaining old bastards hiding in the conference room thought they might escape disaster.
The conference room had the highest defense specifications; it would be impossible to break through quickly.
Until external reinforcements arrived, or the Van Helsing K-99 was activated again, even a hundred Butchers wouldn’t be a problem!
What they didn’t know was that no one could enter MF Tower.
The Van Helsing K-99, their supposed last hope, was severely damaged and unrepaired, unable to be used again.
Within ten minutes, the conference room door was violently torn open from the outside!
Strong knuckles deeply embedded into the metal plate, muscles bulging inch by inch, unleashing terrifying strength.
The remaining Council members shrank in fear, trembling as they crouched in the corner farthest from the door, no longer the arrogant haughty figures they were before.
They began to beg and cry, pleading with Jiang Huaying to spare them.
“Rong Qiu, Council Member No. 028, age 65, participant…”
The Butcher’s emotionless voice sounded, exposing their secrets completely.
This time, Jiang Huaying didn’t need to say a word; the Butcher swung the punitive axe for her.
When the two emerged from the conference room again, it felt as if even the air had become a little fresher.
Walking up the stairs toward the 199th floor, Jiang Huaying lowered her head and looked out the window.
The entire cyber world lay beneath her at a glance—misty rainbows sparkling, mechanical gray coldness, and steel bridges dividing the upper and lower districts.
After staring quietly for a while, Jiang Huaying lifted her gaze, her sharp jaw tilted upward.
“Imon, three floors left, then we’ll be free.” She looked at the Butcher, lowered her head, and kissed his pale, icy forehead. “Take me to the top floor.”
“Okay.” The Butcher nodded gladly.