I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 11
What greater glory than to die for the chief?
Just as Nan Mo had eaten about half of her steak, a scream suddenly echoed from the surveillance monitors.
She quickly put down her knife and fork and turned her head. On the screen, she saw Yang Dongqing with bloodshot eyes charging straight into the Viper Gang’s headquarters—through a narrow corridor.
At one end of the corridor was Yang Dongqing, like a raging beast. At the other end, wave after wave of black-clad men surged forth, each wielding a steel blade, exuding murderous intent.
When the first gang member swung his blade at Yang Dongqing’s head, Nan Mo gasped and couldn’t bear to watch. She instinctively covered her eyes.
But what came through the speakers was not a scream—just the sharp clash of metal.
Clang!
Nan Mo reflexively opened her eyes. Her lips parted in shock, forming an “O” shape. The gleaming steel blade had struck Yang Dongqing’s head as if it had hit steel—only a few strands of hair were sliced off, but he was completely unharmed.
“H-How is that possible?!”
With this power, he would no longer have to worry about his ever-growing spiritual force.
In the surveillance feed, Yang Dongqing’s face was as cold as ice. He raised his right hand and brought it down hard—crack!
The steel blade was smashed cleanly in two.
Yet such a terrifying sight didn’t scare the Viper Gang at all. That was because Su Mu had already hypnotized and brainwashed them. Now, they were emotionless machines, devoid of fear.
The next moment, countless steel blades slashed toward Yang Dongqing. The corridor rang with an endless series of metallic crashes.
Meanwhile, in the black-clad men’s earpieces, Su Mu’s voice echoed calmly: “Try different angles. Look for a weakness.”
Following his command, they targeted every part of Yang Dongqing’s body. Even if it meant breaking formation and exposing themselves to counterattack, they never hesitated.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Dongqing rampaged through the corridor like an armored tank. Wherever he passed, bodies flew, and blood splattered.
His strength was immense. Coupled with fists as hard as steel, he truly crushed skulls with his bare hands.
Even though he had the overwhelming upper hand, Yang Dongqing felt no joy—only a deep chill in his heart.
A black-clad man, whose chest had just been smashed in, staggered back to his feet. He raised a blade and charged again. His face showed no fear—only fanaticism—as he shouted, “For the Chief!!”
Yang Dongqing’s pupils narrowed. He couldn’t believe it. How could someone with such fatal injuries still be moving?
And it wasn’t just one. They were all like this.
He had fought gang members before. Most of them were cowards. Show enough strength, and they’d be on their knees begging.
But these men showed only crazed devotion.
Looking at their fearless faces, Yang Dongqing’s coldness deepened. He continued his assault. In just moments, the corridor had been cleared.
He grabbed a black-clad man covered in blood, his gaze menacing. “Where is Jasmine!?”
The man sneered through bloody teeth and said nothing but, “For the Chief!!”
With his only remaining hand, he punched toward Yang Dongqing.
Yang Dongqing’s gaze sharpened. He caught the man’s arm mid-air and twisted.
Crack!
The arm twisted like a pretzel, bone spurs piercing through the skin.
“AAAHHH!!” the man screamed.
“I’m asking one last time. Where is Jasmine!?”
The answer was…
“Long live the Chief!!”
The black-clad man used the last of his strength to lunge forward. With only his teeth left, he tried to bite.
BOOM!
Against a steel-hard fist, his skull exploded on impact. The shattered body collapsed, lifeless.
With no more obstructions, Yang Dongqing’s emotionless face appeared on screen. But the slight tremble of his fists revealed his inner turmoil.
In the surveillance room, Nan Mo was vomiting violently. Her face was pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Clearly, the brutal scenes had shaken her.
Su Mu shook his head. “What a waste of good M9 steak.”
He raised his wineglass and downed it in one gulp.
“Why?” Nan Mo asked coldly as she clung to the trash can.
Su Mu said nothing.
“Why do this?! Just to ask a few questions, you toy with Yang Dongqing like this—and let so many people die! Why?!”
She suddenly looked up, trembling but defiant, staring at Su Mu.
“You’ve lost so many subordinates, and all you care about is a piece of steak!!
What does human life even mean to you!?”
Silence. A suffocating silence.
“Hah…”
“Ha ha… hahahahaha…”
Su Mu’s laughter broke the silence.
“What are you laughing at!?” Nan Mo looked at him in disbelief. Right now, he looked as delighted as a child.
“Interesting. So very interesting. You live in the muck, yet can’t stand to see others stained. It’s people like you that make this world so vibrant and complex.
What does human life mean? You tell me. It’s just life. That’s all it is.”
The eyes behind his amber glasses glowed with eerie light in the darkened room as he watched Nan Mo with great amusement.
Nan Mo was deeply shaken. She looked at him, horrified. Fear and unease surged through her like a tide.
“You’ve heard of the Viper Gang. You know what kind of people are gathered here. To be accurate, they’re not even people—just scum.”
Suddenly, Su Mu poured himself another glass of wine. He gently swirled the crimson liquid in his glass. The wine’s reflection flickered in his pupils like blood.
He took a small sip, savoring the taste as his expression relaxed. “People like that only waste air by living. Dying for me is an honor for them.
Do you feel honored?”
He turned and asked one of the black-clad men behind him.
The man’s eyes lit up with madness as he dropped to one knee. “It’s an honor! To die for the Chief is the greatest glory of all! We, the scum of society, the trash of this world—it was you, Chief, who gave our lives meaning again. Your will is our mission. We’ll carry it out with our lives!”
His fanatical declaration made Nan Mo even more afraid.
From Su Mu, she felt an overwhelming arrogance—one that disregarded life, disregarded everything, standing high above the world.
It was as if he was the only real person in the world, and everyone else existed solely for his amusement—mere NPCs.
At that moment, Yang Dongqing had reached the second floor of the Viper Gang headquarters. There were five floors total, each laid with traps and ambushes.
