As he spoke, his gaze suddenly lit up and fell on several stylish and beautiful young won in the corner of the crowd.
The won were clearly terrified, huddled together trembling. Their pitiful appearance only fueled Tanaka's sadistic desires.
"hey-hey......"
Tanaka let out a lewd laugh, jumped off the wooden crate, and walked towards the won with a dagger in hand.
"In the end, we're all going to die anyway."
"Before you die, let your old man and his brothers perform a blessing ceremony for you, so you can enjoy it. That way, your life won't have been in vain."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding henchn also let out malicious laughter and lewd glances as they surrounded him.
Just as Tanaka's dirty hand was about to touch one of the girls' cheeks.
"Bang!"
The factory gate was pushed /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ open forcefully.
A panting henchman stumbled in, looking flustered.
"Boss! Boss... Boss!"
"Mr. Aso has arrived!"
"What?!"
Tanaka's lewd smile froze instantly, and his outstretched hand recoiled as if burned.
Taro Aso!
That man was Lord Kujo Hiroharu's confidant, their superior, and a powerful figure who held the power of life and death!
If he sees doing these little things here and delaying the important business, I'll probably be thrown into a at grinder and fed to the dogs!
"Stand still, all of you! Put away that slutty attitude!"
Tanaka kicked aside the drooling underling next to him, quickly straightened his clothes, put on an extrely obsequious smile, and strode towards the door to greet him.
Soon, a black limousine slowly drove into the center of the factory and ca to a steady stop.
The car door opened.
A shiny leather shoe landed first.
Imdiately afterwards, Taro Aso, whose figure appeared slightly overweight, stepped out of the car.
He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore gold-rimd glasses, giving him a refined and scholarly appearance.
"Mr. Aso! Why did you co in person?"
Tanaka jogged to the front of the car, bending over at almost a ninety-degree angle, his face plastered with a fawning smile, just like a lapdog seeing its master.
"This is a small matter. Just give the order, and I'll take care of it perfectly!"
Taro Aso pushed up his glasses and glanced indifferently at the densely packed crowd inside the factory.
"How many people have been arrested so far?"
His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.
Tanaka quickly straightened his back and reported truthfully: "Reporting to Mr. Aso! The total number of people in the several factories is at least 500,000!"
"They were all carefully selected young and strong n, just as you instructed, and their vitality is absolutely vigorous!"
Taro Aso nodded slightly upon hearing this.
"500,000... Hmm, not bad efficiency."
He turned his head, looked at Tanaka with a big smile on his face, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
"Thank you all for your hard work."
Feeling appreciated by the big boss, Tanaka felt as if his bones had lightened a few pounds, and he was so excited that his face turned red.
"It's not hard at all! It's not hard at all!"
"It is our honor to serve Lord Hongzhi!"
"As long as Lord Hongzhi gives the order, we will go through fire and water without batting an eye!"
Upon hearing this, Taro Aso's smile deepened, even taking on a hint of mockery.
"Not bad, not bad."
"You're a natural at flattery."
"Since you are so loyal, I cannot treat you unfairly."
Tanaka was overjoyed, thinking that he was about to be rewarded for his rits, and was about to kneel down to express his gratitude.
But then they heard Taro Aso looking very troubled.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what do you think I should give you as a gift?"
"I'm not very good at giving gifts..."
Tanaka waved his hand repeatedly.
"No, no, we just did what we were supposed to do, we don't need any reward."
However, at this mont, Taro Aso showed an expression as if he had thought of what to give as a gift.
"I've got it. I can send you down first. Anyway, Kujo Hiroharu isn't far from death."
"Why don't you go down and wait for him first? That would be the best way to show your loyalty."
Tanaka's expression froze.
"Wh...what do you an?"
"Mr. Aso... I don't understand what you're saying."
He looked up blankly, trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke on his boss's face.
However, all he saw were a pair of eyes as cold as an abyss.
Before he could even figure out what was going on...
Standing beside him, one of his trusted henchn, who was usually obsequious to him, suddenly trembled.
Those eyes, which were originally filled with fear and awe, instantly beca dull and lifeless.
The next second.
Without any warning, the henchman raised his hand, and a chilling aura surged from his palm.
A sharp ice blade materialized out of thin air.
"Pfft!"
Without the slightest hesitation.
The ice blade, carrying a chilling aura, plunged deep into Tanaka's chest, all the way down to the hilt!
Blood instantly stained the white shirt red.
Tanaka looked down in disbelief at the ice blade stuck in his chest, then looked up at his expressionless underling, who seed like a puppet on a string.
My mind is full of questions.
What exactly happened?
Why did you want to kill ?
He opened his mouth, wanting to question him, but could only spit out mouthfuls of bloody foam.
However, this is just the beginning.
"kill......"
"Kill them all..."
A low, eerie whisper, as if from the depths of the soul, echoed throughout the factory.
The underlings who were originally responsible for guarding the area all beca stiff.
Imdiately afterwards, their eyes all beca cloudy and lost focus.
"roar!!!"
Suddenly, a burly man let out a beast-like roar, drew his long sword from his waist, and turned to slash at his companion.
"Are you crazy?! I'm your second uncle!"
His companion scread in terror, but all he received in response was the cold blade.
"Pfft!"
The head flew off.
Blood splattered.
The entire factory instantly descended into chaos.
All those responsible for guarding the area seed to be possessed, and began inexplicably killing each other.
Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades... all sorts of supernatural light exploded in the crowd.
They treated each other as if their forr comrades had beco their father's killers, each move aid to kill, a fight to the death.
The 500,000 civilians bound to the ground were terrified by the sudden bloody scene before them, their screams and cries echoing through the sky.
Standing at the center of the chaos, "Taro Aso" seed like a statue standing detached from the situation.
Blood splattered on his suit, but he didn't even flinch.
He slowly took off his gold-rimd glasses, casually threw them on the ground, and stomped on them until they broke.
Those eyes, which originally belonged to Taro Aso, now glead with a deep and cold light that belonged to soone else.
"Hiroharu Kujo."
"The show is about to begin!"
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