Ultimate Evolution I Became the Master of the World
Chapter 77 The Rule Breaker

The gunfire stopped, and the hall went dead quiet.

Michael lounged on the sofa, looking around the club with a creepy calmness. Next to him was James's body, leaking nasty fluids from his wounds, slowly spreading out.

James's head was blown to bits, and Michael had used up all the special bullets in his gun.

The whole thing took less than ten seconds.

Quick and clean. And brutal, not giving James a chance to say a word.

"Anyone else wanna talk about rules with me?"

Michael said, "By the way, I've always wanted to be a good guy. I hope you all give me a chance to prove it. Sorry about what just happened, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not a bad person, just acted on impulse. You get that, right?" "Young folks make mistakes, it's part of growing up," he added.

Everyone frowned and went silent.

Michael's methods were too harsh. He shot without a second thought after barely talking. Didn't he know James was also a Ghost Handler?

Even though they were equals, he was still so bold.

But it was clear this new guy, Michael, wasn't someone to mess with. Even if they were unhappy, no one dared to speak up.

Plus, James might not be dead.

If he was, the ghost would come out, and that was bad news.

Suddenly, James's body twitched on the ground.

Michael noticed right away.

Was James not dead, or was the ghost coming back?

James's body kept twitching, the movements getting bigger. His limbs twisted into weird angles, and the smell of decay spread with the fluids.

In just a moment, his body had decayed so much.

Given how decayed he was, he should've been dead for over ten days. Hard to believe this corpse was drinking and chatting at the bar just moments ago.

"If James is really dead, that's a problem. How are you gonna handle it?" Tom, standing nearby, looked uneasy.

If a Ghost Handler died and a ghost came out, it would be a disaster. Even if they could handle it, who'd want to use their ghost's power?

Michael glanced at him, then at James's twitching body, showing no fear.

Michael wasn't scared of James when he was alive, so why would he be now?

Even though Ghost Handlers were more dangerous after death.

"Still moving? Let's see if you can keep moving after I break your limbs." Michael squinted and with a flick of his wrist, a baton extended.

This was another weapon from Howard, specially made.

Michael didn't hold back, raising the baton and smashing it down on James's writhing body.

With all his strength, the body was slammed to the ground, one arm breaking and rotting flesh splattering everywhere.

"Move, keep moving." Michael struck again and again.

The corpse, whether from the beating or its own nature, twisted and struggled madly on the ground.

Blood and rotten flesh flew everywhere, the stench making people nauseous.

"Even after death, you're not at peace. I want to see what kind of ghost is hiding in this corpse." Michael panted, continuing to beat the corpse with the baton.

His face showed a terrifying mix of indifference, making him look like a demon from hell.

He was both ruthless and insane.

The others exchanged glances. They were secretly relieved that it was James who had provoked Michael but not themselves. Otherwise, they would be the ones being beaten on the ground. At this moment, in a private room on the second floor.

A young man frowned as he watched the scene unfold, "This newcomer named Michael is ruthless and unfeeling. He should be killed."

"No, he's already made a mark. The higher-ups are watching him. Killing him would be troublesome, even for you," Another person, wrapped tightly and with an indistinguishable gender, spoke.

The young man retorted, "That makes it even more necessary to kill him. If he grows stronger, how could we survive? We need to use him as an example to warn others. Otherwise, if more newcomers join, won't it cause chaos? How will our club continue to operate?"

"Running a club requires strength. Michael may seem reckless, but he understands the rules." The wrapped person said, "What kind of person is the most terrifying?"

"Those who don't follow the rules. Without rules, there's no restraint. The difference between Ghost Handlers and ghosts isn't in their inherent terror but in the invisible constraints on Ghost Handlers. They may control ghosts, but they are still human at their core," he said and glanced at Michael, who was beating the corpse below.

"And he is more like a ghost, and you know nothing about his abilities," he then added.

The young man said, "No matter how troublesome, he only controls one ghost."

At this moment, after beating for a while, Michael paused to catch his breath.

Just as he was about to continue, the supposedly dead James suddenly grabbed Michael's foot with his nearly crippled hand and spoke, "Stop. I'm still a ghost, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"You're not dead?" Michael was stunned.

"Just barely hanging on." James replied.

Michael looked at the grotesque corpse, "Your head is blown apart and your body is in this state, yet you still have consciousness. I thought the ghost inside you was coming out, which got me a bit excited."

"Since you're not dead, let's continue talking about the rules here," Michael then added.

James now wished he were dead.

Not only had he used his ghost's power for no reason, but he had also offended this lunatic.

This guy didn't even ask about his ghost handprint, showing no fear at all. Threats had no effect on Michael.

"No, can we end that?" James pleaded.

"If you don't talk, then it's my turn. Let's discuss my rules. Don't worry, I'm a good person, I won't bully you." Michael said seriously, looking at the baton in his hand.