I Am Supreme Chapter 943 - Justice Must Not Come Cheap!!

Little Fatty squawked, just a step away from fainting. He trembled harder, his flabby flesh quivering as well.

“This – uh… He… He’s my idol… I – I…”

Yun Yang pondered.

A Supreme Saint Master? The exhibition Dong Qitian showed was indeed one of Supreme Saint’s level, but Yun Yang had the feeling that he was not as simple as he looked.

…

“Come with me.”

Yun Yang hauled Little Fatty, who was still dazed, to the Residence of Nine Supremes’ warehouse.

Qian Duoduo was still in a trance, mumbling, “Oh my G.o.d… Happiness came out of nowhere… Oh, the Residence of Nine Supremes really has a limitless future… Sob… Boss, you’re simply marvelous!”

“Shush,” said Yun Yang, “I’m giving you another sum of money. Hurry up and recruit more talented individuals .”

“Money?” Little Fatty shuddered once he heard the word, snapping back out of his trance and threw anything about his idol and Supreme Saint to the back of his head. His eyes glittered.

“Where’s the money? How much?”

Yun Yang did not reply, merely giving a wave of his hand.

As the noise of things brus.h.i.+ng against each other resounded, the warehouse was instantly filled to the brim with spiritual jade pieces. Lower cla.s.s spiritual jade pieces took up more than ninety percent of the entire warehouse while the rest of the s.p.a.ce was filled with a hundred thousand pieces of middle-cla.s.s spiritual jade and tens of thousands of upper-cla.s.s spiritual jade shards.

“Wow…”

Money – Little Fatty had been agonizing over recent expenditures. The billions of lower-cla.s.s spiritual jade pieces from the previous transaction were almost depleted. He was developing a headache trying to figure out how he could carry out his plan. Now that he saw a full warehouse of wealth, he was tongue-tied from how happy he felt.

Instinctively, Little Fatty touched the spiritual jade pieces lying around him, tears slowly forming in his eyes.

“This is awesome! It’s money… My favorite thing… The love of my life…”

Yun Yang turned to face away, unable to watch Qian Duoduo’s avaricious behavior.

“Snap out of it. Go buy some men.”

“Buy men? What men?” Little Fatty was confused.

“With our current reputation, our chances are slim if we wait for people to join us,” said Yun Yang, “If they don’t come to me, I shall go to them. Go and look for those… people-smugglers.”

Little Fatty’s eyes shone.

“Good idea!”

“You don’t have to penny-pinch, money’s not an issue,” said Yun Yang, “Obtain good seedlings from them at a high price, the more the better.”

“Yes.”

There were mainly two types of people-smugglers that they had mentioned. One was pure human traffickers, specialized in trafficking children to exploit them to steal or rob, or to sell them to begging groups or brothels, or to be groomed into brings with good spiritual physiques and sold for bigger profits when they grew up.

The other type of people-smugglers were those that specialized in collecting young disciples for sects and schools, supplying these children for selection by various Celestial Luck Banner sects, and earning a ma.s.sive sum from their exploits.

Whichever type it was, it was essentially a transaction completely devoid of conscience.

As for the people-smugglers Yun Yang had mentioned, they included both types of traffickers. He wanted his goal achieved, regardless of the tactics employed.

“Don’t be miserly in spending, but do have a limit. Build up a connection with these people-smugglers and buy men from them, paying attention to separate them according to their standards. Recruit those who are gifted to our sect, while for those less talented, let them leave with a sum of silver taels. If they’re not gifted in cultivation base but are bright and possess a good nature, you can hire them for ch.o.r.es in the sect. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“The more people you buy, the better. Disregard the cost, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Remember to keep in touch with the people-smugglers you’ve dealt with. Better if you contact them more often and it would be best if you maintain a long-term relations.h.i.+p.”

“Understood.”

“After you have the cooperation channels, take the commission under the Residence of Nine Supremes’ name… on missions that target the people-smugglers – you may take their lives as payment…”

A flash of a thirst for blood gleamed across Yun Yang’s eyes.

“Ninety-nine percent of the children who are already in the business are destined to be homeless, no more families waiting for them. Even if there are, it’d be difficult to find… Whether it’s for our personal motives or those of the sect, we’re elevating our capabilities and forces at the same time while we spend money to save them.”

“But striking transactions with them does not, at all, mean that we agree to what those people are doing. It’s more crucial to eliminate these conscienceless fellows one after another! Tragedies of breaking families apart just for children trafficking should be lessened as much as possible from now on.”

Little Fatty was confused, asking, “Then we can kill them directly after contacting them. Why make the extra effort to take a.s.signments?”

Yun Yang looked like he was stating the obvious when he answered, “If we do it this way, you’ll find, at most, a few groups. Those men have always been on their guard, staying far, far away once they sense that something’s wrong. You’ll hardly find most of them again. Instead, we leverage on our wealthy image and let them look for us themselves. We can reach a bigger crowd this way.”

“Secondly, our main aim is to kill these people. However, if we could receive an additional sum of reward, it’s a windfall too.”

Yun Yang took in a deep breath and said, “Fatty, we don’t call ourselves philanthropists but we still hope to fight for justice, for this human realm, in wis.h.i.+ng that the ma.s.s in this world has peace… Like what you said, we should still do this even if there’s no benefit involved.”

“However, you must remember one thing, always.”

“What is it?”

Yun Yang looked up into the sky, speaking softly, “Justice must never come cheap!”

“Justice must never come cheap?” Little Fatty was puzzled, asking, “Why? Shouldn’t justice exist in everyone’s heart? So that when everyone holds justice within them, they’ll eradicate these animals on their own initiative?”

“The human heart has always been complicated. Once justice can be obtained without any price, it won’t be appreciated. Once it’s not being cherished, justice and sympathy will be exploited by those with ulterior motives – twisted, deviated, kidnapped – causing the fall of moral and justice.”

“It looks like, now, collecting payment to eliminate evil is going against our initial wishes. However, going forward like this makes sure that the hope stays alive. Otherwise, if justice in this world can be achieved without any price, then we won’t be far away from days when justice is being twisted and used… When that time comes, this realm will be truly without justice, without sympathy, without heroes!”

“When a price is paid, people will sing praises of the heroes. No one will say that you’re sinning because you accept a payment.”

“However, if there isn’t a price tag…” Yun Yang smiled mockingly, “Justice will die of starvation.”

Qian Duoduo replied quite dazedly, “I know where you’re coming from but I still think that it’s too extreme to do this.”

“Maybe. Still, being extreme is always better than a downfall.”

Yun Yang kept quiet for a beat and said, “It’s for the sect’s development now. Take it as… doing something extra for it. Don’t draw the line of whether accepting the rewarding payment is an act of justice – and you won’t have to consider it as extreme or not.”

He looked at Little Fatty and continued.

“One day, when you think our sect has grown strong to a certain stage and we can use our sect’s power to realize world peace…. You can use the power in your hands to lift the price tag off of justice and sympathy.”

Little Fatty nodded seriously and said, “If there really comes a time like that, I’ll do my all for it.”

Yun Yang patted his shoulders, giving a smile without saying anything. The smile, however, was mocking.

In the house where Dong Qitian rested, there was suddenly a quiet sigh.