'It seems the relationship between this Cult Leader and his Supporterss isn't as solid as I imagined.'
The same methods the Cult Leader initially used to control the Zealots were then used to control this group of Supporterss.
No wonder a Supporters stood up for him at the Auction House yesterday.
First, rule by terror; second, drug addiction.
However, the nature of the Zealots and the Supporterss was somewhat different.
The former had their spiritual world collapse, were passively brainwashed, placed their faith in hope, and used drugs as a supplement.
The latter, however, made a conscious choice; drugs were primary, and even knowing everything, they still chose to cover it all up and act as accomplices.
It's just that in the apocalypse, these drugs were like hard currency, yet the Cult Leader consumed them in large quantities as a means to control his subordinates.
Shawn couldn't help but feel curious: where did he get so many drugs?
At this moment, Shawn stood in the corridor, only a door away from that Cult Leader, but Shawn was not in a hurry to push the door open and enter.
Shawn was waiting.
Waiting for movement from the other villas in the villa complex, with gunshots and screams sounding simultaneously!
And indeed, in the next moment, footsteps came from inside the door.
Shawn retreated two steps, listening as the footsteps reached just behind the door.
He took a breath, swinging the iron sledgehammer upward with immense force!
The sledgehammer moved from behind Shawn to in front of him, the sudden whoosh of air even louder than the commotion outside.
Crack—!
Whoosh—!!
With just one impact, the moment the sledgehammer touched the wooden door, cracks on the wooden door quickly interlaced like a spider web!
Starting from the center where it was directly smashed, it rapidly spread across the entire door!
Soon after, with a tearing sound, the door shattered and flew backward!
The second the door shattered, Shawn met a pair of astonished eyes.
The man had changed into a white silk pajama, with a few drops of blood on the cuffs.
His strangely furrowed brow had not yet fully relaxed; everything that happened was beyond his expectation.
Before he could react, the fragments of the wooden door, thrown and sent flying, crashed onto him.
This caused him to involuntarily lean backward, with some splinters embedded in his slightly plump body, and the wrinkles on his skin subtly trembled.
But before he could land, Shawn moved.
He stepped steadily on the floor, his body exploding forward, reaching the Cult Leader in an instant, and with one punch, knocked him from mid-air to the ground.
He didn't use the hammer; Shawn was worried he might smash him to death with one blow, and he still had use for this Cult Leader later.
Stepping on him, Shawn looked at him with a bright smile.
"Don't worry, your people outside still have things to attend to; let's discuss our business first."
The Cult Leader lay on the ground without replying, his expression suggesting he hadn't yet processed what had just happened, but Shawn took the opportunity to get a clear look at his face.
At this moment, Shawn finally understood what Elynn's words yesterday meant.
The two had over 90% similar faces; some subtle details could only be distinguished by close acquaintances.
Shawn had only just met both of them; at first glance, he almost couldn't tell the difference between the two.
If he hadn't known that Elynn should still be gathering Zealots and heading towards the Holy Land, Shawn would have almost thought Elynn had arrived here first and was deliberately playing a trick on him.
"They're so similar—"
Shawn couldn't help but exclaim.
No wonder Elynn could be the Cult Leader's double; the two were like brothers who had never met.
Picking up the Cult Leader and tossing him onto a nearby sofa, Shawn wasn't worried he would shout; he simply tied his hands and feet.
"I like to talk to smart people, because smart people usually don't make choices that are detrimental to themselves."
"I just wonder, our great Cult Leader, are you a smart person?"
Shawn sat opposite him, looking at him with a half-smile.
On the coffee table between them, there were scattered, opened fentanyl packets, which was what Elynn referred to as a powerful sedative.
It was also then that Shawn noticed that the floor tiles in the large room had been renovated, with large bundles of US dollars embedded underneath, looking like exquisite works of art through the 100% transparent floor.
His gaze returned to the Cult Leader, but he just looked at Shawn without speaking.
Showing no extra expressions or movements, he observed every detail of Shawn's appearance and actions, seemingly wanting to analyze and see through Shawn.
Shawn was not in a hurry; he simply picked up a cigar from the wooden box on the table with interest.
Mimicking what he had seen before, he cut one end, lit it, and took a light puff.
"Cough, cough…"
The smoke was like a wild bull, making Shawn a bit unaccustomed.
In front of the Cult Leader, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his system backpack, lit one, and took a deep drag.
"Now this is a cigarette."
Shawn smoked unhurriedly; that scene just now, observed by the Cult Leader, clearly left him less calm.
His gaze kept sweeping across Shawn's waist, as if he was wondering how Shawn had conjured the cigarette through some trick, thinking he had met a fellow practitioner!
"Stop looking, old man."
Shawn waved his hand, directly sweeping away all the fentanyl scattered on the table, instantly clearing it.
Shawn stubbed the cigarette on the table, turning it twice, then looked at the Cult Leader with a hint of amusement.
"Don't you all like to preach?"
Shawn spread his hands at him, feigning confusion.
"God is right in front of you now; can't you see him?"
"You came from his side?"
Upon hearing Shawn's words, the Cult Leader finally spoke, his voice deep.
The 'he' he referred to was clearly Elynn, the fake Cult Leader.
The moment the Cult Leader spoke, Shawn's eyes lit up.
This was the Cult Leader he had imagined; the Elynn he met before simply didn't live up to his identity.
"He said he couldn't make the decision, so he wanted to ask for your decision."
"Well, I couldn't wait, so I rushed over last night."
At the mention of Elynn, Shawn seemed a bit annoyed, but in the end, he shook his head helplessly.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Shawn, from the Southern Prison. They like to call me the Warden."
"See, isn't this fate?"
"We have a Cult Leader here, and a Warden."
"But the difference is, I look forward to letting people out, while you like to lock people in."
The Cult Leader stared at Shawn; being stared at by Shawn's smiling face always made him feel uneasy.
He certainly knew that Shawn was not a true god; he could instinctively deny this almost without thinking.
That's why he then asked that question about 'Elynn'.
He just didn't expect that Shawn could arrive here silently, and also divert the attention of the Zealots and Supporterss in the villa area at the same time.
Even more, he didn't expect that Shawn could pull off a trick like that just now.
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