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The old director was like a father to him, having selflessly helped many orphans like himself throughout his life. He never sought any reward and, lacking donations and subsidies, spent his own hard-earned money on them year after year.
It is difficult for an average person to support a single child, let alone the dozens he had raised! For these children, he poured out his heart and soul, exerting all his efforts, yet in the end, he could not find peace. To save the children in the institution, he was tragically burned alive in Inferno.
Yet now, such a good person was being accused of extortion and punished to suffer in hell? How could this be tolerated?!
"Despicable! How dare you!" Ye Mingshang's teeth ground together with a sharp sound, his eyes blazing with fury.
The Fat Official was startled as well; just moments ago, this person had seemed quite amiable, but now he transformed into a fierce figure. Confused, he moved over to the computer and saw the information displayed on the screen, and everything became clear.
He had been too focused on counting money earlier to pay attention to the details of the information presented. Now that he looked again, he understood why Ye Mingshang was so upset.
"This... this guest may be very important to you, but please control your emotions and bear with it," the Fat Official said cautiously while looking at Ye Mingshang's fierce expression.
"Bear with it? You want me to bear with it? Look closely; this is a truly good person, the best I have ever seen. He has suffered greatly for those children. If it weren't for him, I would have died on the streets long ago. And now you let such a good person suffer in hell—how can I possibly tolerate this?" Ye Mingshang glared with wide eyes, shouting as if flames were about to burst forth.
The Fat Official was also angered by his outburst. "Be quiet! This is Underworld, not a place for you to run wild. If you keep shouting, I'll have you thrown out!"
However, his admonition had no effect on the furious Ye Mingshang. In a fit of rage, he grabbed the Fat Official by his collar and lifted him from his chair.
"Take me to Crimson Lotus Hell!"
...
Crimson Lotus Hell, true to its name, was scorched by Inferno year-round without distinction between day and night. There was no respite; every moment was engulfed in raging flames, resembling being trapped among fiery flowers. Thus, it was called Crimson Lotus Hell or Flame Hell.
In this fiery red space, the flames danced as if they would never extinguish, showcasing their terrifying heat. The souls that had been sent to the Crimson Lotus Hell for various reasons were constantly enduring the torment of the flames. However, due to the unique nature of the fire, they only felt endless pain without losing their souls.
Ye Mingshang held the Fat Official in one hand and charged into the Crimson Lotus Hell with great momentum. Along the way, several waves of obstructing messengers were severely injured by Ye Mingshang's casual Dao Fa techniques, scaring many into keeping their distance.
"Quick, help me find the old director!" After looking around and finding no one, he shouted at the Fat Official.
"Yes, yes, I will notify the Director on this level right away." The Fat Official, frightened, hurriedly dialed a number on his large smartphone.
"What the hell! How dare he cause trouble in the Underworld; he must be tired of living!" The person on the other end hung up immediately after hearing the Fat Official's plea for help, likely already gathering reinforcements.
The Fat Official helplessly glanced at Ye Mingshang, indicating that this was not the result he wanted. However, Ye Mingshang did not care; he had to see someone today, even if it meant fighting.
Suddenly, a burly man clad in armor appeared, leading over twenty armed Ghost Messengers. Upon seeing Ye Mingshang holding the Fat Official, he pointed and commanded, "Take him down!"
Facing the charging crowd, Ye Mingshang showed no fear; he tossed the Fat Official aside and charged into the fray.
The ensuing battle was completely one-sided. Those Ghost Messengers were generally Sorcerers at best and Real Persons at worst; they were no match for Ye Mingshang, who was already at the Human Immortal level.
The Overseer was shocked; even though the Fat Official was prepared, he couldn't help but be amazed. Joan watched with excitement, never expecting that someone who had initially been polite to a Ghost Messenger would suddenly engage in a fight with them. Fighting Ghost Messengers in the Underworld was akin to slapping the Underworld's face; it was simply domineering.
The strength of these Ghost Messengers was on a completely different level from Ye Mingshang's. Even though they wielded weapons while Ye Mingshang was unarmed, they still seemed as fragile as paper when faced with him—like a baby against an adult.
Before long, one by one, those more than twenty capable Ghost Messengers could not withstand even a single move from this young man. Often, he would take down several with just one strike, each defeated messenger losing their combat ability and unable to rise again.
Ye Mingshang grabbed the collar of the consular officer and shouted, "Take me to find someone!"
A few minutes later, Ye Mingshang appeared in front of a Fire Sea, where a pillar stood with a frail old man bound by thick iron chains on top.
He was Li Mingqi, the director of the Warm Harbor Orphanage, and one of the most important people to Ye Mingshang.
At that moment, the old man stood with his eyes closed in the Fire Sea. Despite being scorched by flames, his face showed no signs of pain or distress, a stark contrast to the other victims.
"Old Director..." Ye Mingshang murmured. When the somewhat blurry figure from his memories appeared, waves of emotion surged within him.
The old director seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the figure outside the flames, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Is this child here to find me? Why does he look somewhat familiar? Who could it be...?"
The old director furrowed his brow in thought. Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him as a small figure overlapped in his mind. "A-Jin? Is that you, A-Jin?" the old man exclaimed suddenly, but due to the scorching flames, his voice could not carry.
However, even without hearing it, Ye Mingshang saw the recognition in the old man's eyes and felt warmth in his heart.
"He still remembers me... he still remembers me..." Ye Mingshang couldn't help but shed tears, crying for this old man for the second time; the first was due to his passing, and the second was because of their reunion.
"Director! It's me! I'm A-Jin! It's me!" Ye Mingshang shouted loudly towards the Fire Sea and then took bold steps, resolutely charging into the Fire Sea.
(To be continued.)
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