Chapter 294: Chapter 294: Heroes

The next morning,in the largest square of Genosha.

Countless people had gathered early, all eager to witness how the once powerful Taylor family would be executed one by one!

Some people looked at the crowd filling the square and couldn't help but complain:

"Why are there so many people? I got here at eight this morning, and I still couldn't grab a spot inside."

"Right? Today isn't even a weekend, there shouldn't be this many people."

"You don't know, but there were people waiting here last night, I heard they were mostly from the slums."

"People from the slums? What do they have against the Taylor family? They came all this way just to see them executed?"

"I've heard that the Taylor family was heavily involved in the child abduction cases, it just wasn't reported."

"These Taylor family members are absolutely despicable! I know some of the things they've done, let me tell you…"

Various voices of discussion emerged from the crowd,

and in the middle of the square, Mark, Sam, and a few others from the slums were intently watching the procession of the Taylor family members.

Under the gaze of the crowd,

the Taylor family members kept their heads down, kneeling on the hard ground.

Many emotionally charged onlookers began to throw trash at them, such as rotting vegetable leaves and rotten eggs.

"Damn it! How dare you do this, you filthy peasants! You're all just a bunch of scum!" Zane roared madly!

He was the only one who continued to struggle wildly at this point.

"I'm not wrong! You're all just scum, and you deserve to be bullied, it's what you all deserve!" Zane knelt on the ground, his back straight.

There was no way he would bow down and admit his mistakes in front of these peasants!

Not only that, but Zane also shouted at the nearby Taylor family members, "Get up, what are you doing? The Taylor family shouldn't be so humble! Stand up!"

At that moment,

a figure appeared in front of Zane, Charles walked over.

The instant Zane saw Charles, he desperately wanted to get up from the ground, but unfortunately, the guards nearby immediately kicked him in the knee.

The intense pain made him cry out, and with a pained hiss, Zane stared at Charles like a vengeful spirit and said:

"It's all your fault! Damn you, Charles! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point!"

Charles remained expressionless, his gaze slightly lowered as he looked at Zane's miserable state, and calmly said, "Blame me? The things you and the Taylor family did, wanting benefits without facing the consequences, is just naive."

"Zane, your family has committed countless atrocities! This outcome is your own doing, and it has nothing to do with Charles." someone from the crowd immediately chimed in.

Zane desperately lifted his head, glaring fiercely at the person who spoke up for Charles.

This was someone he knew, not just knew, but someone he had once tried hard to please.

Now, seeing the entire Taylor family imprisoned and this person turning to speak for their enemy, Charles, was utterly disgusting!

"Charles, I swear I won't let you get away with this!" Zane continued to shout madly.

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Many people from the slums, upon hearing this, immediately threw the trash they had prepared at Zane.

In just a matter of seconds, Zane was covered in garbage, including dead fish and rotten shrimp, surrounding him completely.

Even the guards responsible for overseeing the execution couldn't help but take a step back, holding their breath.

"Damn it! Damn it! You filthy peasants, I will not let you go!" Zane could no longer contain himself.

His madness and defiance were merely a facade before death.

In the past, he was the son of the head of the Taylor family, the future heir, and he could have anything he wanted, no one dared to insult him in front of his face.

There were countless people wanting to curry favor with him, and wherever he went, as soon as he revealed his identity, a large crowd would gather around him in no time.

And now, his father, Benson, was dead, and he had become a prisoner kneeling on the ground, waiting for death to come.

Not only that, but he also had to endure the insults of the poor!

Zane gritted his teeth, trying to appear more indifferent, but as the time drew closer to his execution, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Soon,

under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the time had come!

"No, I don't want to die, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" One after another, voices cried out,

those were the last words of the outermost Taylor family members before their heads were chopped off.

Listening to the screams not far away, Zane trembled even more, carefully stealing glances to the side.

Leo, someone he had been familiar with, the one who used to teach at Cyber Academy, now had his bloody head on the floor, staring wide-eyed at Zane.

"Ahhhhh! No, Charles, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please let me go just this once, I beg you!" Zane instinctively kept bowing down to the ground,

his face filled with fear and regret as he kept saying, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have gone against you. I apologize, I'll make amends, please, help me."

"You haven't realized your mistakes, you just know you're about to die." Charles said, looking expressionlessly at Zane, who was bowing and pleading for forgiveness.

He felt no sympathy in his heart, let alone any desire to help Zane.

Just a couple of days ago, Jamie had told him quite a bit about the Taylor family.

As Benson's son, Zane had committed numerous misdeeds, coercing others and casually murdering many.

Moreover, the infamous Level Four Beast Master from the underground world, Chad, had taken the forbidden miracle drug given by the Taylor family.

He nearly posed a threat to Charles, not to mention that afterward, the Taylor family had directly silenced Chad's mother and sister.

Such actions made it truly hard to feel any sympathy.

As time passed slowly, the executioner responsible for the beheading approached Zane. At this moment, Zane seemed oblivious, still bowing down to Charles in a frenzy, begging for forgiveness.

Or perhaps he sensed death approaching and was unwilling to face it. Regardless, as the large blade fell, Zane's head was completely severed from his body.

Warm blood sprayed everywhere, but Charles had already prepared himself and dodged, not getting a single drop of blood on him.

Zane's head rolled on the ground, still bearing an expression—Charles glanced at it and noticed the look of regret.

"I can't tell if you regret doing bad things or if you regret being caught and ending up like this. I presume it's the latter." Charles said softly.

At that moment, the crowd behind them suddenly stirred,

someone crossed the boundary like a wild beast, limping toward Zane's corpse.

A nearby soldier was about to stop him but was halted by Charles,

for this was someone he recognized—the cripple he encountered that night at Cross Street, who had also lost his daughter.

More and more people surged forward like a tide, their faces twisted with wild anger and grief.

Charles could hardly fathom how two extreme expressions could coexist on human faces—irrational rage and the sorrow of losing loved ones, constantly alternating and ultimately merging.

Facing the already lifeless Zane, these people did not spare him, instead, they took various objects and began to smash and hit Zane's corpse.

The first one to reach Zane was the cripple, who shockingly picked up Zane's head and opened his mouth, biting down frantically.

Tears streamed down his face, and blood and flesh filled his mouth, on that ordinary face, pain and confusion flickered constantly.

"Ahhhh! Daughter, mother, wife, I've waited for this day!"

Such a scene made it hard for people to watch, many closed their eyes, and some soldiers bent over, gagging repeatedly.

Charles's gaze did not waver at all, he looked at the cripple before him, unsure of what to say.

At that moment, the cripple, who had been frantically gnawing on Zane's flesh, slowly pulled a towel from his pocket and carefully wiped the blood off his face and hands.

Once he had cleaned himself up, he knelt on the ground and began to bow toward Charles repeatedly.

"Thank you, Mr. Charles, thank you..."

Charles was about to intervene when he noticed something was wrong with the cripple, blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

In an instant, Charles appeared by his side, urgently asking:

"What's wrong? Did you poison yourself?"

"Mr. Charles, there's no need to save me, I no longer have the will to live. My family is waiting for me." the cripple replied, spitting out blood.

Some of the blood and flesh he had just consumed were now being vomited out, he immediately covered his mouth, waiting for death to come.

"Your family is waiting for you? What about your mother? Don't you have a wife?" Charles asked,

but he received no answer.

The cripple closed his eyes. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

At that moment, Mark walked over and explained, "His mother and wife have already committed suicide."

Upon hearing this, Charles was taken aback and slowly turned to look at Mark.

Mark stared at Zane's head, which was unrecognizable from being gnawed on, and continued, "He asked me a question that I didn't know the answer to. Now it seems he has found his answer."

"What do you mean?" Charles asked, his mouth opening stiffly as he spoke.

Mark didn't elaborate much, he slowly knelt down. This action caused the frenzied crowd, which had been smashing Zane's corpse into a pulp, to gradually calm down.

They wiped their blood-soaked faces and, following Mark's lead, knelt down as well.

Hundreds of people knelt before Charles on the blood-soaked square, surrounded by corpses.

"Mr. Charles, thank you!"

"No one speaks up for us, only you!"

"You are our hero!"

Charles was at a loss for words, he could only clench his fists tightly.