Just then, another strong man wearing a mask entered the frame, holding a chainsaw.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the trial!"
Roy pressed the button to start the chainsaw. It was a prop he found in the basement, not his usual chainsword.
Operating the camera was Keller Evans. She used to be a journalist and worked at a TV station, so she knew how to handle a live broadcast.
After learning about Roy's plan, Keller, who had always supported due process, suddenly had a change of heart. She agreed to help Roy carry out his vigilante justice. Her experiences over the past couple of days must have changed her.
Roy had already stopped Keller's bleeding. The basement had a surprisingly well-stocked medical kit.
"Let me introduce myself. I am the judge today. You can call me the Fear Knight."
This was the codename Roy gave himself to avoid being labeled with any random names later on.
"Does this person look familiar? That's right, he's one of the heads of the Dark Web organization in Texas, someone who once controlled countless lives. But today, I will seek justice for those who died unjustly, using the very methods he employed."
As he spoke, Roy pressed the button again, putting the chainsaw into high-speed mode, and then held it in front of the manager.
The manager had already realized his fate. His survival instinct drove him to make one last desperate struggle.
Unfortunately, with his shoulder blades pierced by iron hooks and his legs locked, the manager was completely helpless.
"Don't worry, you won't be alone. I'll send all the people above you down to keep you company!"
After saying this, Roy started sawing into the manager's waist with the chainsaw.
The cutting power of this chainsaw was nothing compared to his chainsword. It was very inefficient at cutting through a human body. However, that was exactly what Roy wanted. He wanted the manager to experience the same feeling as those he had tormented.
Because his mouth was gagged, the manager couldn't speak, but his pale face clearly showed his agony.
Sawing someone with a chainsaw was indeed quite satisfying. Roy really liked his chainsword as a weapon. The only problem was the massive amount of blood, especially since the chainsaw in this private club had limited cutting power.
It took Roy over a minute to saw the manager in half. A large amount of viscera spilled out, but because of the diaphragm separating the abdominal cavity, some of his most vital organs were still intact.
This was the most agonizing part of a waist cut, because the key organs needed to sustain life were still functioning, so the person wouldn't die immediately.
If they were unlucky, they might struggle for hours before finally dying in agony.
All that awaited the manager was endless fear and despair as he slowly felt death approaching.
"This gentleman has received his punishment, but those of you watching on the other side of the screen haven't been punished yet. Don't let me find you!"
Covered in blood, Roy made a heart shape with his hands towards the camera. This gesture looked incredibly bizarre in this scene, sending a chill down the spines of all the wealthy individuals watching the live stream.
If these people were anywhere near Roy, he would definitely be able to harvest a large amount of fear.
Keller cut off the live stream, her face filled with the pleasure of revenge.
"Keller, how are you feeling?"
Because Roy had saved her life, his relationship with Keller Evans had become much closer. They were now on a first-name basis.
"My body hurts a lot, but I'm really happy inside!"
Keller's answer was exactly what Roy expected.
"So, do you still think due process is better now?"
Hearing this, Keller looked at Roy seriously.
"Roy, just because I supported your use of vigilante justice this time doesn't mean I've abandoned the importance of due process. Not everyone is as strong as you, and you shouldn't overuse vigilante justice, or you'll make mistakes someday!"
Keller's words surprised Roy. He hadn't expected this female reporter to have such a strong sense of justice.
Overusing vigilante justice would indeed lead to social chaos. However, there's no perfect system in this world. What truly maintains social stability is people's conscience.
Roy shrugged and walked over to Keller, helping her leave the makeshift broadcast room.
"Keller, you know me. I don't have any bad intentions other than liking beautiful women. If the Dark Web hadn't gone too far, I wouldn't have done this."
Hearing this, Keller also sighed.
"There's no possibility of reconciliation between us and the Dark Web now. You need to be mentally prepared!"
"I don't think the Dark Web will find me so quickly. But you, Keller, you've already shown your face on camera. That might be more troublesome."
"I'll go find my friends. They have some influence in the government and should be able to protect me for a while. Then I'll find a way to expose the Dark Web's activities."
This female reporter was really stubborn. Roy couldn't do anything about it, so he could only wish her well.
"Don't you dare die. I was planning to give you an exclusive interview!"
When Roy mentioned the interview, Keller couldn't help but laugh. As a result, her wounds were aggravated.
"Don't worry, I won't forget!"
As they walked out of the secret passage, Roy suddenly thought of Isabella.
The nun had said she would come to the basement to find him after eliminating the sinners. But now the basement dungeon was cleared, and she still hadn't appeared.
Had something unexpected happened?
Keller was a little surprised that Roy suddenly stopped moving.
"What's wrong, Roy?"
"I came in with a friend. I don't know why she hasn't come to meet me."
"Then hurry up and go find her!"
Keller's main injuries were to her shoulders, so walking wasn't a problem. Roy took her with him to look for Isabella.
They finally found the injured nun, Isabella, with a wound to her abdomen, in a luxurious private room.
"Ms. Isabella, what happened?"
The nun remained silent, only looking at a young woman lying unconscious in front of her. The young woman was still holding a bloodstained dagger in her hand.
The unconscious young woman was wearing revealing lingerie, clearly an employee of the club, in other words, a woman with skills.
Not far away, there was a middle-aged man with a large belly, completely naked and shot dead.
Seeing this scene, Roy had a rough idea of what had happened.
Isabella must have shot the wealthy man and spared the young woman who hadn't committed any serious sins, but then she was stabbed by the young woman.
In this day and age, not everyone working in these clubs is forced into it or comes from a poor family. Many are driven by vanity and the desire to make quick money.
Especially in these private clubs, frequented by high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals, some people see it as a shortcut to success.
These people may well know how low the chances are, but they still want to take a gamble.
And Isabella, who ruined this opportunity, became their enemy.
"Ms. Isabella, are you alright?"
Roy helped support the nun. She initially wanted to refuse, but the moment Roy touched her, her body went limp.
"Roy, she must be injured. You should carry her out!"
Roy was a little surprised that the human form of an archangel would be so fragile, but he still followed Keller's advice and picked up Isabella.
"No!"
Isabella replied in a delirious whisper. Her skin started to turn pink, but Roy, who was talking to Keller, didn't notice.
"Keller, Molly is still waiting for us outside. We should go!"
"I really wanted to record the ugliness of these people with the camera, but unfortunately..."
"Hehe, if you did that, you'd definitely win this year's Pulitzer Prize!"
Keller shook her head, not taking Roy's bait.
"I think the more likely scenario is eighteen bullets in the back and being ruled a suicide."
It seemed this female reporter also knew the ways of certain people, but she could still uphold justice. That was truly rare.
Roy quite admired these torchbearers. Perhaps their actions seemed foolish to egoists, but it was because of them that this society had positive energy.
Because it was located in a remote area, with no houses within several kilometers, no one noticed the commotion at the private club.
Roy carried the nun on his back and helped Keller into the van.
"Keller, Roy, are you hurt?"
Molly immediately saw the blood all over Roy and Keller.
"The blood on me is other people's. Keller is the one who's really injured, but I've already stopped her bleeding."
Keller was just an ordinary person. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was already very pale.
Isabella was also in a bad state. She was delirious with a flushed face. Roy touched her forehead and found it was burning hot.
The archangel actually had a fever.
"Do you need my help? I've learned some first aid!"
Roy took another look at Molly. This young girl had actually learned first aid. That was good news.
"Molly, drive to the motel first!"
As he spoke, Roy took out his phone and dialed Iliana's number. Someone needed to clean up the private club, and of course, he would ask his own people to do it.
After Roy explained the situation, he heard Iliana's extremely foul-mouthed roar.
"Motherf\*\*\*er! You're only telling me this now!"
The voice was so loud that even Molly and Keller in the front seats heard it.
Roy couldn't help but hold his phone further away to protect his eardrums.
"Sister Iliana, the situation is what it is. Maybe if you hurry, you can still find something in the club, otherwise the mercenaries will destroy the scene."
No matter how fast the mercenaries were, they certainly couldn't be faster than the FBI-SWAT on 24-hour standby, unless the Dark Web specifically kept a team of mercenaries in Austin.
Hearing this, Iliana had no choice but to temporarily put aside her anger at Roy, leaving a harsh threat before hanging up.
"You just wait, next time I'm going to squeeze you dry with Saltana!"
As expected of a bold older sister, her threats were different from ordinary people's, scaring Roy so much that he almost stood at attention.
Keller looked at Roy with a strange expression. After meeting Jennifer and Niddy, she knew Roy was quite the player, but she hadn't expected him to be this much of one.
"Another one?"
Roy smiled awkwardly.
Then, Keller's gaze fell on Isabella, who still had a high fever. At this moment, the nun was constantly rubbing against Roy, not at all like a proper nun.
"There's another one here too."
Roy felt Keller's gaze. He was also a little curious as to how the dignified Archangel Michael had become like this.
"I just met this one, we're really not that familiar!"
"I think you'll be familiar later."
While they were chatting, Molly had already driven the van to the motel where she had stayed before. Roy's second-hand yellow Chevrolet Camaro was also parked there.
Roy helped Isabella out of the van and then said goodbye to Keller.
"You two better leave Texas, or the Dark Web might come after you."
"Keller and I will return to Los Angeles. I have many friends there, it should be safer."
It seemed Keller already had a plan.
Hearing this, Roy suddenly thought of something and then replied with a smile, "Is that so? Maybe we'll see each other again before long."
"That would be great! I'll definitely treat you well! Have a safe trip!"
"Have a safe trip!"
Molly drove away with Keller in a flash, while Roy helped Isabella into his car.
"Ms. Isabella, shall I take you back to the church where I picked you up before?"
Although the nun had killed the most people, Roy wasn't worried at all that she would be retaliated against by the Dark Web.
However, Isabella's fever seemed to be very serious. Roy had no choice but to take her to a nearby pharmacy to buy some antipyretics first.
It would be quite ridiculous if the human form of an archangel died from a high fever.
If Elizabeth knew about this, she would probably laugh for three days and three nights.
After Isabella took some antipyretics, she regained some consciousness, but she was still not fully awake.
Roy had no choice but to take Isabella directly back to the dilapidated church where he had picked her up.
The church looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. The pews were gone, and a part of the roof had collapsed. There was only a piece of cloth in the corner, which seemed to be where Isabella usually rested.
The living conditions were too harsh, but it did fit the ascetic lifestyle of some within the church.
Even in modern times, there are still some people in the church who choose to live a life of poverty, eating only bread and water and never sleeping on spring mattresses or soft beds.
These people believe that this is how they can get closer to God.
Isabella, as the human form of an angel, also seemed to be following this lifestyle.
After putting Isabella down on the simple cloth, Roy felt a pang of pity. So he went back to his car and found a few blankets.
Roy had left these blankets in his car when he was driving long distances, thinking that if he couldn't find a motel at night, he could at least make do in the car.
The western part of America is mostly desert, with huge temperature differences between day and night. It gets very cold at night.
Roy helped Isabella take off a piece of door panel and spread the blankets on it to serve as a bed. Then he picked up the nun and placed her on it.
But at this moment, Isabella's limbs suddenly wrapped tightly around Roy, refusing to let go.
This action made Roy very strange. Although his willpower was already over 30, his resistance to beauty hadn't increased.
After all, Isabella was also an absolute beauty, with looks comparable to Elizabeth and Jennifer.
"Ms. Isabella, please control yourself. I'm not exactly a saint!"
Isabella's red lips were Roy's response.
Roy used the last bit of his willpower to dodge slightly, then looked down and saw Isabella's flushed face, a mixture of purity and desire.
"Ms. Isabella, um..."
This time, Isabella directly wrapped her arms around Roy's neck, giving him no room to dodge.
And just like that, the string of reason in Roy's mind snapped.