The massive conference hall was engulfed in complete darkness, not a single hint of light to be seen, only the pitch-black void.
Goosebumps bristled on Yang Lie's skin as he stumbled backward, but in a careless mont, he tripped over sothing, falling heavily to the ground.
In his panic, he instinctively swung his palm downward, striking the obstacle at his feet.
Splat~!
The thing burst open with a sound, but from its rigid texture, it was likely just a corpse of a guest.
"Ha...ha..."
The Red-haired Death God gasped for air, feeling the warmth in his palm, his mood growing increasingly irritable.
The drunken haze in his mind persisted, like a heavy shackle, firmly binding his ability to act.
The fragnts from the exploding robot earlier likely carried so sort of toxin, and a potent neurotoxin at that, for in a short mont, he already sensed the sluggishness in his body.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could barely use his Sequence Ability now, feeling as though he'd been stricken with a major illness, his strength reduced to a re tenth of his usual self.
More critically, at this crucial mont, the voice of that black-robed man, making him both fearful and hateful, rang out unerringly.
"He ngkui, the chief police officer of G District Police Station, served for 17 years, claiming to have solved over a thousand earth-shattering cases, with no criminal able to escape his grasp."
"But behind the scenes, he was fond of extorting confessions through torture, resolving cases not by evidence but by his own imagination. To ensure a perfect case resolution rate, innurous wrongful convictions were made. His famous saying was 'Solving cases isn't a matter of brainwork, but a political consideration'. "
"Since there's no need for brains, I'll just shatter his cerebellum, using his limbs to create a 'signpost' to the truth."
Upon hearing this, Yang Lie's pupils shrank, recalling the first corpse he saw tonight.
Chief He's bizarre body, hanging from the bathroom ceiling.
The black-robed man patiently explained the reasons for the deaths of these corpses.
"Xu Jiu, the major-domo of Tiger Heavy Industries, in the past year embezzled nearly ten million from deceased workers' compensation, causing the ruin of 109 families—completely lost in the pursuit of money throughout his life."
"So I counted out 109 coins and stuffed them all into his stomach, giving him more than enough to eat."
"It's just a pity that his throat was so small. At the 36th coin, it got completely blocked, suffocating him to death... but that's alright, what humans can't eat, the corpse can still devour."
Upon hearing this, another corpse flashed before Yang Lie's eyes.
It lay in the corner of the bathroom, body relatively intact, but with a swollen throat and an abdon protruding upward, like a pregnant belly—utterly grotesque and terrifying.
The black-robed man wasn't bothered by Yang Lie's thoughts and continued speaking.
"Ke Jianglin, director of Dongnan Chemical's PR departnt, spewed lies with his slick tongue, turning toxic toys into so-called harmless products. Over the years, he watched as thousands of children fell ill due to their products, dying inexplicably."
"When the victims' families ca seeking accountability, Ke Jianglin denied the incidents entirely, by alleging false accusations and self-defense, he beat nurous people to death or injury."
"He once said, 'The hearts of poor people are as black and foul as the slums themselves.' So I tore out his heart and embedded it into his facial bones, making him have a good look... using a lifeti to see what color his heart really is."
"Kane Keith, head of United Fruit Industry's procurent departnt, secretly operated a plantation in an unofficial zone, enticing people with fraudulent ans, then imprisoning them to serve as plantation slaves."
"Four years ago, the exhausted slaves organized an uprising, but during negotiations, Kane Keith's private army crushed them, with 3,000 casualties in total."
"He used to toss those deceased alongside rotting bananas, using them as fertilizer, truly disrespecting life."
"So, I just pressed him into the sewer, mixing him with things that could be used as 'fertilizer'. "
"And that person kneeling, holding their own head in plea, is your good friend, Li Jue, vice president of the Royal News Agency. He secretly broke the arms and legs of abandoned children, making them act as cripples for certain special clients' entertainnt."
"And the one who crushed his own tongue with his teeth is the guy nad Dix, supposedly the leader of the Dix rcenary Corps. He loved feasting on the raw flesh of young won, often biting off the tongues of his partners during a kiss, but only chewing, never swallowing."
"With such a 'delicious preparation process', how could I not let him experience it first-hand?"
"Rumor has it, this guy acts like a warrior on the bed, yet truly fearing death like a child when faced with real danger."
"Indeed, the mont he heard I was going to kill him, he wouldn't stop pleading, even wetting his pants."
"He was thoroughly annoying, so I dislocated his jaw, then helped him savor his own tongue bit by bit."
The more the black-robed man spoke, the more excited he beca, his voice perated by an invisible bloody scent.
Yang Lie finally understood.
The killer was reciting their sins, 'judging' them all.
Realizing this filled Yang Lie with a sudden surge of anger.
"Bastard... what right do you have to judge them?"
He grit his teeth, cursing angrily, "Do you even know their status and influence in their respective places... how dare you compare those weak little peasants to them?"
"No, no, no, you've misunderstood."
The black-robed man wasn't angered, instead smiling as he explained, "I never intended to follow any so-called process of judgnt, that's the way of 'civilized people'. I'm a coarse man and don't want anything so troubleso."
"The only reason I took action is because you people piss off."
"Always preaching about beneficence and morality, but your deeds are filthier than a monster's."
"You're the real monsters, the reason for this city's decay."
"I am disgusted by your behavior from the bottom of my heart, watching you strut here with pomp, enjoying life. It makes my hands itch, feeling like I need to kill just to rectify the wrong."
"It's not out of so ridiculous sense of duty, nor is there any rationale behind it; it's rely because 'I want to' and 'I can'."
The black-robed man's voice slowly drew closer to Yang Lie, and the latter could sense that intense killing intent gradually approaching.
"Watching you bleed brings joy, witnessing your grueso deaths makes tremble with excitent."
"Hehehe, I use your blood to entertain myself."
"And now... Black Tiger Yang Lie."
"The ti has co!"
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