The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Dusk.

The setting sun spilled over countless mountains.

The Painful Esoteric Sect had several mountains behind it, not far from the dormitory buildings, and with quick steps, it would take only a minute or two to reach them.

Although within the jurisdiction of the Esoteric Religion, no believers would usually come here,

At this moment, in late autumn, the mountain path was thickly covered with birch leaves, and as dusk slowly enveloped the area, the hues of twilight gradually turned murky, making the forest eerily quiet.

Farid, the squad leader of the fourth unit, tread lightly on the silent jungle floor, his footsteps crisp upon the fallen leaves.

He had to be extremely cautious.

At the same time, he also had to be swift.

He needed to finish dealing with his personal issue before the free time ended.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He had been tolerating it for several days now, and he truly couldn't hold on any longer.

Farid did not bring any attendants; there was no need to have attendants for such private matters.

If he were seen by others, it might even affect his image as a squad leader.

Farid always believed that so-called pain was built on a reputation of terror. Over the years, he committed countless murders and evil deeds, including the torment and killing of women and children, all to construct his fearsome reputation.

Terror brings pain.

Farid found a secluded slope covered with a thick layer of dead leaves, an ideal place for handling private affairs. The squad leader's eyes lit up, and he stepped lightly to crouch behind the slope.

He was not an idiot like Assyria; Farid was well-prepared, at least he had brought tissue paper.

Farid had been unable to restrain himself since the afternoon classes; he had been enduring it all along, his mind completely overrun by desire, which was gradually eroding his willpower and judgment.

Even the most evil cultist, at this moment, was as pure and vulnerable as a baby.

This moment was also when a man's nerves were the most relaxed.

Thus, Farid at this instant did not notice the three sinister shadows slowly approaching him.

It was the trio of exemplars of civilization.

It was also thanks to the concealment and assassination techniques learned from the legion commander,

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The three shadows suppressed their breathing, and even their heartbeats were minimized. Arthur was using a newly learned group ability: "Shadow of Death".

An Su always felt that he was leading the character further and further astray; originally, this guy could become the Radiant Saint Heir...

But An Su didn't think it was a big problem, as long as he became the Holy See of the Radiant Church himself, and recognized Arthur as his godson, to some extent, it could be considered as becoming the Saint Heir.

The setting sun had completely sunk into the graveyard of the mountains.

At this moment, Farid was still immersed in the pleasure of release, squinting slightly as he hummed some tune.

Watching Farid's back,

The leading shadow whispered "Move".

Suddenly, a figure burst out from the left; it was Arthur Sunny, holding a metal magic wand, aiming a heavy blow directly at Farid's crown, the force so mighty that it created a whooshing sound through the air;

Farid grunted, feeling the world spinning above him, but after all, he was still a squad leader, and he did not faint on the spot. Just as he was about to cry out,

Another shadow burst out from the right; it was Lister, who stuffed a yellowish-white cloth into Farid's mouth. The latter only felt a heady smell rushing to his brain, assaulting his soul,

His consciousness began to blur, and as Arthur delivered another powerful blow, Farid could no longer resist.

'Who is ambushing me'

Before his consciousness completely faded, he stared resentfully at his assailants; in the cold moonlight, three figures stood starkly.

The Painful Confidant, the Painful Falcon, the Painful Hound...

They were even staring and sneering at him!

Damn it, where did these people come from!

To ambush someone using the toilet!!

Farid had never felt such fear before; right now, he was exposed, surrounded by three men,

The chilling night wind swept past, colder than ever before; he felt like a trembling child in the frigid gusts.

He shifted a few inches backward, eyes filled with fear, his mouth only able to mumble a few words, "Don't... come over... Who are you, who exactly are you?"

"Sir, we are the Civilized Brigade Squad."

An Su was the picture of politeness, flashing a clean smile at Fadeli, "We're here to correct all uncivilized behavior."

So using a magic wand to hit people is civilized?

Fadeli roared inside, but then he saw An Su kick viciously at his head.

He felt his throat sweeten, a rush of heat surging upwards, as he completely lost consciousness.

Watching the collapsed Fadeli, Arthur restored his wand solemnly into its sheath with a light hmph, his handsome features filled with sanctity, "Truly a holy duel."

He felt he was getting more and more like a Holy Knight.

Surely his solar ancestors would be proud of him.

"The first quarry of today," Lister said, pushing up his glasses. "Ansu, is it okay for you to be here? Doesn't the washroom need you to guard it?"

"Just issuing the decree is fine, I don't need to be there all the time."

An Su wiped the bloodstains from his long boots with a tissue, "What I'm here for is something more important that I must handle alone."

"What?" Lister asked.

"Disposing of corpse traces," An Su answered. "Everyone who often kills knows that it's easy to kill, but hard to dispose of the evidence."

Lister's face showed realization.

Indeed, if one were to mess up the disposal of traces, it would inevitably be exposed sooner or later.

But whoever was in charge of disposing of the bodies would bear the greatest risk of exposure.

And yet An Su was willing to assume that responsibility.

Lister looked at the man before him with an admiring gaze, a teammate he himself admired, not only for devising such an elegant and great strategy but also for his spirit of self-sacrifice for the team.

He decided to follow An Su from now on.

As long as he followed him, his own noble path would certainly become more refined.

"In summary, everyone will hunt separately from now on."

An Su probably guessed what Lister was filling in the blanks with and, considerate of team camaraderie, said, "Just knock people out, then leave them to me; I'll handle the rest."

"There's no need for everyone's hands to get dirty."

"Good!" Lister and Arthur nodded in unison, touched.

After those two cleaned up and left, An Su turned to look at Farid, who was barely breathing.

"Okay, let's start with the third step of the 'Civilized Brigade' plan," An Su muttered as he took the backpack off his shoulder.

The third step of the Civilized Brigade Plan!

Time for the offering!

He had prepared the materials for the altar long ago,

In a school dedicated to the study of esoteric religion, there's all sorts of materials.

Skulls, human skin, and the like are the most common things in the school—available for students to use at will.

The cool moonlight poured down, An Su's lips curled in a smile.

Time for the offering!

What Painful Esoteric Sect, what Radiant Believer,

An Su has always been the most devout follower of the Mother Goddess since ancient times.

Able to dispose of bodies perfectly and to gain benefits too.

Today is another win-win day for An Su!