Chapter 47: Is delayed justice still worthy of being called justice?!

That lightly chuckled “Alright,” broadcast through the synthesized voice, echoed across the city.
Though it was just two simple words, they sent a shiver through everyone in the police command center, their scalps prickling with dread.
An indescribable chill shot up their spines, straight to their skulls.
Even Wei Re, Ling Lan, and Xin Lü, watching through their screens, felt their hearts seize.

Wei Re stared at the livestream, her knuckles white from gripping her phone.
Qingya… what is she planning to do?

On the livestream, the pure white ghost moved.
She grabbed Zhang Biao and Li Qiang, one in each hand, lifting them like chickens.
The action made every viewer’s heart leap to their throat.

“Since the Chief has promised, in front of the entire city, to fully support a harsh sentence…”
“Fine.”
The white data silhouette tilted its head slightly, dripping with mockery.
“I’ll help you… make sure that ‘full support’ is thoroughly implemented.”

Lin Qingya’s voice rang out again, laced with impatience.
“I doubt anyone’s interested in watching you play bureaucratic ping-pong.”
She dangled the two struggling scumbags in front of the camera.
“What everyone wants to see is this.”
“Justice, executed on the spot.”

Her words ignited the livestream’s bullet comments!

[Exactly! Support justice being served!]
[Support the vigilante! This is what we want to see!]
[Death penalty! Death penalty! Death penalty!]

As the situation teetered on the edge of chaos, the Chief in the command center could no longer sit still!
His forehead veins bulged as he furiously typed on the official certified account.

[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: Are you insane? Stop!]
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: No matter what, they’re just kids! They haven’t even reached the age for legal sentencing!]
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: Doing this, you’re defying the entire judicial system! You’re making yourself an enemy of everyone! Where do you think this will lead you?!]
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: If you kill them, how are you any different from them? You’d just be another murderer!]

His words sounded like concern for Lin Qingya, each sentence dripping with a “this is for your own good” tone.
But at their core, they aimed to protect the lives of those three scumbags.
The Chief took a deep breath, continuing to hammer the keyboard.
New golden comments flooded the livestream.

[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: The law will deliver its verdict! Trust that justice may be late, but it will never be absent!]
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: With your uncanny abilities, you have limitless potential. Why throw away your future for three worthless people?]
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: Young one, don’t be reckless. Learn to see the bigger picture!]

The heartfelt, half-coaxing, half-threatening rhetoric, brimming with “elderly” concern, was flawless.
A less resolute person might have been swayed by this grand narrative of “justice” and “future,” dropping their weapon to seek redemption.
The livestream’s bullet comments paused, showing signs of division.
Some began to waver.
The boss… won’t actually be persuaded, right?
No execution?

As everyone held their breath, awaiting the final verdict, the white data silhouette, under the gaze of millions, slowly lowered the two boys back to the ground.
Seeing this, the officers in the command center quietly exhaled in relief.
The Chief’s lips curled slightly, believing his psychological tactics had worked.
Just a young person, swayed by talk of “future” and “bigger picture.”

The “neutral” voices in the livestream perked up again.
[See? I knew the boss was rational! Killing doesn’t solve anything!]
[Trust the law! The Chief promised—give the authorities time!]

But Lin Qingya merely stared at the screen with a chilling expression, her synthesized voice repeating slowly, deliberately.
“See… the bigger picture?”

The Chief, sensing an opening, pressed his advantage.
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: Young one, turn back while you can!]
[[Official Certification] Gan City Police Chief: Don’t let one moment of folly ruin you!]

Lin Qingya stood silently, watching the comments.
She repeated “see the bigger picture” several times, as if savoring its meaning.
The Chief, seeing traction, directed his team to pile on with arguments from law, morality, and personal prospects, golden comments flooding the screen.

Lin Qingya let the “wise words” drift by, reading each one carefully.
Then, she let out a soft sigh.
“Done with the performance?”
“No matter how much you say, it’s useless.”

Before her words settled, she moved!
In a flash, she appeared before Zhang Biao!
Under the horrified gazes of all, she grabbed his hair, yanking him off the ground, her other hand forming a fist and smashing it into his already swollen, pig-like face!

Bang!
Lin Qingya controlled her strength precisely, ensuring maximum pain without knocking him out.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
She threw punch after punch, her arm moving mechanically, the dull thuds echoing across the city through the microphone.

As she struck, her synthesized voice roared, deafening and resolute.
“Tell me!”
“Is delayed justice still justice?!”

Her fists rained down.
“That’s not justice—it’s just the bare minimum of innocence!”
“Kids?!”
Another punch shattered Zhang Biao’s nose!
“Wasn’t Wang Guang a kid too?!”
“He was the budding flower of our nation! His father’s only son! His mother’s flesh and blood, carried for ten months! The sole hope of his entire family!”

Dozens of punches later, Zhang Biao’s face was unrecognizable, a bloody mess of pulp and broken teeth.
Lin Qingya’s voice surged, brimming with endless rage and accusation.
“The dead still lie cold, yet the murderers walk free under your protection!”
“They even tried to pin the crime on two innocent people!”
“Where is the law?!”
“Where is heaven’s justice?!”

Her blood-curdling accusations thundered through Gan City’s night, striking every heart!
The livestream erupted!

[Holy shit! I’m a grown man, and I’m tearing up! I’ve never heard such a passionate speech!]
[Where is the law! Where is heaven’s justice! Perfectly said!]
[Boss! Kill them! Avenge that poor kid!]

Outside the station, among the roaring crowd of reporters and onlookers, countless people shed tears.
Someone, with all their strength, raised their arm and bellowed.
“Heaven-sent vigilante, stepping into the fray, outwitting fate itself!!!”

The cry lit a fuse, and in an instant, the slogan became a wildfire!
[Heaven-sent vigilante, stepping into the fray, outwitting fate itself!]
[Heaven-sent vigilante, stepping into the fray, outwitting fate itself!]
[Heaven-sent vigilante, stepping into the fray, outwitting fate itself!]

The flood of identical comments overwhelmed the screen!
This was the city’s highest praise and recognition for the mysterious vigilante!

In the livestream, Lin Qingya yanked Zhang Biao’s hair, forcing his mangled face toward the camera.
“Don’t you love burying people alive?”
“Today, I’ll teach you what professional looks like—what art looks like.”

As her words fell, her entire right arm erupted in a non-material white!
It wasn’t light!
It was a void!
This white was both illusory and real, exuding a terrifying aura of erasing all things, a substance not of this world!
The next second, her fist, now a manifestation of “concept,” slammed into Zhang Biao’s abdomen!

No earth-shattering boom.
No gore-splattered scene.
Under the disbelieving eyes of the entire city, Zhang Biao’s body, starting from where the fist struck, began to…
Turn transparent!
From his abdomen, the void-like white spread rapidly across his body!
The terror on his face didn’t even have time to fully form before he, like corrupted data being deleted, lost weight, lost substance, and passed through the solid concrete beneath him!
Silently, he plummeted vertically into the endless depths of the earth!

The heinous少年 vanished completely before the world’s eyes.
As if he had never existed.

The livestream fell deathly silent.
Everyone was soul-shaken by this incomprehensible scene.
To them, it looked like a blinding white light pressed Zhang Biao straight into the ground!

Lin Qingya slowly withdrew her fist, the white glow on her arm fading.
She turned, her gaze falling on Li Qiang, who was already paralyzed with fear, wetting himself in terror.
The cold synthesized voice rang out again, ushering in the next phase of the trial.

“Now, it’s your turn.”
“Go see… the scenery ten thousand meters underground.”