Global Collapse-Chapter 529 - 498: Gugu once updated a hundred - s when extremely angry_1
The people downstairs had already shrunk into a tight circle, surging toward the entrance and up the staircase.
Big Brother steadied the shaky camera, aiming it squarely at Gu Mian, so television viewers could see what this guest had inside his guitar case.
It wasn’t a guitar, but a gleaming chainsaw, so bright it could practically blind them.
The cameramen Gu Mian had beaten had already informed the production team about the chainsaw, so the staff were mentally prepared. However, when they actually saw the over-meter-long chainsaw, they were still deeply unsettled.
The show had never encountered a guest attempting to flee, let alone assault someone, so there were no weapons on hand to deal with a chainsaw.
Most of those who flooded the second floor wielded brooms and mops; the slightly better-equipped ones carried iron pitchforks or hoes. Of course, these were no match for Gu Mian’s chainsaw.
In the first confrontation, the pitchfork in the hands of a man at the forefront snapped in two. Terrified, he dropped the broken weapon and scrambled aside.
Big Brother diligently thrust the camera into their faces, capturing every terrified expression. It seemed he had mastered the essence of an Old World cameraman.
Thus, the audience’s screens were filled with face after face, twisted in fear.
Viewers usually relished such expressions. But today was different. Previously, only the guests’ faces contorted this way; now, it was the villagers’.
Watching the contorted faces on screen, the audience grew infuriated, feeling a sense of vicarious humiliation.
Chu Changge trailed Gu Mian, holding a rusty fruit knife—a piece of junk he’d acquired during his first foray into an instance.
If this piece of junk landed true, one stab meant tetanus, and two meant meeting one’s ancestors.
However, Gu Mian was convinced Chu Changge lacked the strength for that and was likely just brandishing the knife for show.
Clearly, apart from the production team, a significant number of people here were unaware Gu Mian had a chainsaw. After seeing the weapons of those in the front row instantly sawn apart, the entire second floor fell silent for a moment.
But then, they surged forward again like madmen.
The people of the Old World had been brainwashed by the Law Code. Now, fury drove them into an even greater frenzy. They screamed that they had to catch Gu Mian and ensure he died a gruesome death.
Inevitably, blood was shed.
Only when flesh and blood flew from those at the front, and severed limbs splattered onto those behind, did the enraged mob begin to sober up.
Staring blankly at the fresh blood spattered on them, they suddenly understood: this man was different from anyone they had encountered before.
Previously, they could freely insult and assault those who disobeyed the Law Code, venting their full malice upon them without restraint. This was because those individuals couldn’t resist—they were incapable of resisting.
They held the power of the masses; all who passed by would join their ranks, spitting on the heads of the bound individuals alongside them.
Because this world was like that; it condoned their actions.
Such was the prevailing current; no one could resist.
One or two transgressors had tried to struggle, but the frenzied mob swiftly subdued them. Those who dared resist were met with an even greater torrent of abuse.
Over time, a conviction had solidified in their minds:
"No one can resist the Law Code. No one can resist us. Their struggles only serve as entertainment for us."
Thus, they madly lunged at Gu Mian. Perhaps they didn’t believe he would actually fight back, or perhaps they were overconfident in their own strength.
Perhaps they assumed things would unfold as before—that they could suppress any resister’s desperate struggles without much effort.
But reality delivered a harsh slap to their faces.
Gu Mian showed them no mercy. The first to lunge at him died horribly.
As their cherished beliefs shattered, a profound fear surged within them for the first time.
This man... he’s different.
Here, none of the established rules apply! All their beliefs are collapsing!
But the man in the white coat hadn’t stopped. He was charging towards them, chainsaw in hand!
Immense panic had already permeated every heart. It’s unknown who screamed first in terror, followed by the sounds of people stumbling as they fled.
The first was followed by a second, and then another; one by one, people turned and fled in fear, scrambling to get away from this place as fast as possible.
Anyone knocked down in the stampeding crowd would desperately claw their way out.
Before this man, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Outside the two-story building stood some elderly, weak, women, and children, waiting to see Gu Mian’s expression when he was dragged out. Unexpectedly, they didn’t see Gu Mian’s face. Instead, the men who had rushed in to capture him came fleeing out, their faces etched with terror.
"Why are you running out?" a woman holding a child demanded unhappily, watching the men stream out. "Where is he?"
Before she received an answer, she saw a gleaming chainsaw appear in the doorway. She stared blankly, a glimmer of understanding dawning as to why the men had fled.
Her gaze traveled up from the gleaming chainsaw to the face of the top-ranked celebrity. Though spattered with some blood, it didn’t mar his recognizability.
Gu Mian quickly leaped into a van parked near the entrance, with Chu Changge and Big Brother close behind.
"Which way was the school again?!" Gu Mian yelled, gunning the engine.
Chu Changge pointed ahead.
Before the surrounding onlookers could react, the van roared to life, charging towards those who had gathered to watch the spectacle.
The women and children, eyes wide with terror, turned and fled.
From the backseat, Big Brother shouldered the camera, filming "The Bang Bang Adventure."
So, when Fatty turned on the TV early in the morning, the first thing he saw was Gu Mian drifting the van out of the crowd.
The moment he switched on the TV, his mind went blank. For an instant, he almost thought Gu Mian had started hosting a variety show about Spirit Car drifting.
While filming the back of Gu Mian’s head, Big Brother didn’t forget to pan the camera to capture the villagers behind them.
Behind the van, the villagers were in utter disarray—a rare scene of their miserable state.
Just then, the director, who had been rescued by the villagers, suddenly rushed to a second-floor window and yelled, "Stop them! They’re going to defile the Law Code!"
"Defile..." Gu Mian muttered, turning the steering wheel. "He makes it sound like we’re going to use the Law Code as toilet paper, doesn’t he?"
Chu Changge adjusted his glasses. "You could give it a try."
Fatty’s mouth twitched as he stared at the screen. "Isn’t ’defile’ usually associated with beautiful young maidens? Why is the Doctor so fixated on toilet paper?"
Despite the director’s outcry, no one dared to pursue them.
These people revered the Law Code far more than their own parents.
They feared the Law Code, terrified that one day they too might become transgressors.
But today, they had encountered someone far more terrifying than the Law Code they dreaded.
If he wants to defile the Law Code, let him!
