Shawn burst out laughing, praising him involuntarily.
But fire oil is not an ordinary ignitable substance; it's the main material used in Molotov cocktails, and once it gets on you, it's very difficult to extinguish on your own.
Shawn hadn't intended for the cult leader to die yet, so he directly pulled him down, ripped off his outer coat, and extinguished the remaining flames.
Without the cult leader needing to admit it personally, his series of reactions had already confirmed his true identity.
The cult leader lay on the ground, gasping, his gaze still fixed on his burned black book.
Shawn straightened his body, looking down at him from above.
"Compared to the faith you've woven, this lie seems rather insignificant."
"But knowing full well that I would expose it, what was your purpose in telling it?"
Before the cult leader could speak, a sudden loud bang from downstairs answered for him.
The sound instantly swept up from the first floor along the stairwell, reaching Shawn's ears in the room.
Shawn realized: "So you wanted to stall for time, waiting for them to come rescue you."
Shawn sighed apologetically at the cult leader.
"You should have said so earlier, because if I had known, I wouldn't have planted mines."
Do you remember that Shawn had 20 conveniently crafted grenades in his backpack?
That's right, before Shawn came up just now, he had hidden some more along the way.
The three Supporterss didn't trigger them when they went down, but obviously, the people who came in from outside afterward accidentally stumbled upon them.
That loud bang from downstairs just now was actually the sound of a grenade exploding after being triggered.
It was also a reminder to Shawn that they had all arrived.
The cult leader's face turned pale, his cheeks trembled with anger, and he looked at Shawn with a murderous gaze.
"Alright, alright, I've already told you your fate is sealed. Did you really think you could escape my grasp and overturn the heavens?"
Shawn admitted that the cult leader was indeed skilled at swaying people's hearts, but since it was now a face-to-face, king-versus-king situation, how could he let him escape?
If he really escaped, where would Shawn's reputation go?
Shawn picked up the cult leader with one hand, hoisting him onto his shoulder.
With a thought, fire oil appeared in the room and in the corridor outside, and flames instantly engulfed half of the second floor, continuing to spread.
Shawn turned around and jumped directly out the window.
The back of the villa faced the coast, and the ground beneath Shawn's feet was padded with some sea sand, providing a soft landing that helped cushion some of the impact for Shawn.
Shawn looked around and decisively took him towards the 'Wooden Pillar Forest' behind.
Before Shawn had run two steps, three more explosions immediately followed from the villa's entrance behind.
The sounds began to grow chaotic, followed by a burst of gunfire, all descending into disarray.
Shawn seized this opportunity to avoid everyone and hide within the 'Wooden Pillar Forest'.
As if hearing the commotion, the Survivors suspended on the wooden pillars weakly opened their eyes and looked over.
They woke up one by one, until all their gazes converged on Shawn.
Everyone here recognized the cult leader; no one could forget that face.
Their dry, cracked lips parted slightly, wanting to say something, but they were too weak to make any sound.
Through their eyes, Shawn could see a longing for survival; Shawn's appearance was undoubtedly a ray of light breaking through the gloomy clouds.
Shawn could have released them now, but Shawn did not do so.
Firstly, Shawn had no relationship with them and was not responsible for them.
Secondly, if they were released and caused trouble that ruined the plan, it would be disastrous.
So, ignoring their gazes, Shawn pretended not to see them and directly bypassed this group, taking the cult leader to the forest in the far back.
After knocking out and hiding the cult leader, Shawn looked at the gradually brightening sky, estimating that the time should be about right.
Elynn was bringing the converging Zealots; they had been heading northeast for over a dozen hours, so they should be nearby now.
The remaining Zealots, who were a bit further away and hadn't arrived yet, should also be steadily making their way here.
Shawn didn't move, just watched the cult leader in the forest to prevent him from slipping away. Soon, an hour and a half passed.
Shawn still hadn't seen any sign of Elynn, and the villa estate was still burning, with roaring flames visible from afar.
However, a team of Supporterss rapidly approached from a distance.
They stopped in the 'Wooden Pillar Forest' and, for some unknown reason, after speaking with the suffering Survivors, they initially intended to leave, but then sped up and turned towards Shawn's direction.
"Damn it, these people shouldn't just not be saved; they should have been killed one by one just now."
Upon seeing this scene, Shawn immediately cursed under his breath.
Originally, he was afraid they would cause trouble if untied, as some of their minds might already be unstable. He had planned to release them only after everything was resolved.
He didn't expect these people to turn around and sell him out...
Human nature, indeed--
There was no avoiding it. With only one team approaching, Shawn didn't intend to hide. He reversed his grip on his iron sledgehammer and went to meet them.
A team of Supporterss entered the jungle, slowing their pace, each holding a firearm.
They panicked when they learned that the cult leader hadn't died in the fire but had gone missing.
The Zealots only recognized Elynn's face; even without the cult leader, Elynn could still command the Zealots' loyalty, after all, they all had the same face.
But the crucial point was those drugs!
Damn the cult leader, you can die, but at least leave behind the location of those drugs!
Just thinking about not having any more drugs to take, these people felt like ants were crawling all over them, making them restless.
Gazing into the quiet depths of the jungle, they swallowed hard, gripping their weapons tightly.
As they took two steps north, a giant hammer suddenly shot out from behind a tree, easily smashing one man's head.
Before they could even react, they only saw a blur of a figure strike instantly!
Beside them, two more companions' heads burst open like watermelons.
Shawn landed three hits without lingering, then turned and hid behind a tree.
Just as mentioned at the beginning, Carolina has lush vegetation. Shawn, hidden between dawn and dusk, among tall, thick trees and dense undergrowth, was almost impossible to spot with the naked eye.
While everyone was looking forward, he had actually already held his breath and moved behind everyone.
Suddenly!
Shawn lightly tapped his toes, placed his right foot on the edge of a tree trunk, and with a leap, he turned, swung his giant hammer, and shattered another person's head.
Using gravity, Shawn landed with a roll, instinctively grabbed the ankle of the headless, swaying body, and used the corpse as a shield, throwing it towards the people in front.
That person took a step back, looked down, and realized that what he had thought was an unknown object was actually the headless body of his former companion!
But before he could feel surprised...
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