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Chapter 141 - 135 Death Row Inmates

Chapter 141: Chapter 135 Death Row Inmates

Time quickly approached the weekend,

The third match of Mr.D was scheduled for early this morning, and the official promotion had already started, leading to an overflow of reservations for Underground Eden.

As for the highly anticipated Fighting Hall, they had even partnered with surrounding bars, restaurants, massage parlors, and other establishments.

They allowed these shops to live stream tonight’s main event,

so that guests who couldn’t make it into the Fighting Hall could choose to watch the live projected match and place their bets in these places.

The organizers had also set a theme for tonight’s headline fight.

[Murderer VS murderer]

...

[Fighting Hall – Pseudo-Person Rest Area]

Unlike the human side, this place was simply a prison.

Pseudo-People who were due to fight were transferred here six hours prior, and locked in different cells based on their characteristics.

A number of guards from Mercury Group were responsible for the watch.

On the eve of the match, the guards would escort these Pseudo-People to the arena according to different standards.

These guards were, of course, handpicked, with some being exceptional Humans selected from the Fighting Hall, each with at least one Cornered Tool, or having undergone Seed Demon surgery.

There was one Pseudo-Person with a particularly special case tonight, requiring close supervision. However, the Pseudo-Person had recently been injected with a "concrete inhibitor," and was personally escorted by an investigator to the deepest part for special restraint, eliminating the risk of an escape.

There was still time to spare.

All guards gathered in the rest area for a meal, watching a pay-per-view television program.

Even while sitting in the rest area, they could monitor the status of every Pseudo-Person through the surveillance equipment here, and the rest area’s windows also directly overlooked the cell corridor.

Just as the guards’ attention was entirely focused on the television program,

Zzzt~

The television suddenly experienced signal interference, and for a split second, an eye appeared on the flickering screen, lasting only a frame.

It was this momentary flicker that stunned all the guards.

Their attention could not be diverted from the television for a short time, and they did not realize this anomaly.

Meanwhile,

a figure appeared in the corridor between the cells,

Pale, bare feet touching the ground, a white-haired woman wrapped in bandages walked towards the deepest part, not making a sound throughout the journey.

This person, known as "Valkyrie" – the Zombie Shea, felt light without her armor, utterly silent, without even the most basic breathing sound.

This place was very familiar to her.

Having been transferred from the Psychiatric Hospital when her Consciousness was not yet fully sound, she spent a long time here. It was only after securing five victories that she slowly awakened her self-awareness and gradually felt the connection between the Corner and her body.

She approached the cell at the deepest end,

Using a key obtained from who knows where to unlock the Iron Gate.

Her gaze fell upon the Pseudo-Person chained in the Corner, bound by iron chains, in a state of deep unconsciousness, with a visible injection site on the neck.

Shea smelled a scent on this Pseudo-Person, one she found quite displeasing.

But considering the Sisterhood’s request, she still approached and crouched down.

Biting into the person’s neck with her sharp teeth, a special virus flowed in.

...

Due to his special status, Luo Di took a dedicated passage straight to the Fighting Hall, to avoid being recognized by the audience and causing a commotion during the transit.

He arrived one hour early at his exclusive rest area, which was different from the previous two occasions.

Just as he entered, Luo Di sensed a refreshing scent of tobacco smoke that even made him more alert.

A man with the stature of a double-door refrigerator slowly emerged from a dimly lit area, a cigar in his mouth.

Pure white suit, even the shoes were white.

Even the largest size suit was tight on his frame.

A tie with skull patterns was tied at the chest,

and his face was also adorned with a metal skull mask.

"Mr.D, I’m the owner of this Fighting Hall, pleased to meet you. You can simply call me ’Boss,’ after all, Eden frowns upon using one’s real name."

The Boss took the initiative to walk over and shake hands with Luo Di, his hand size also an entire circle larger than Luo Di’s, rough all over, with even the fingerprints worn off.

Most importantly, the back of the Boss’s hand was also tattooed with the Mercury pattern.

"Let’s keep it short and avoid disturbing your rest.

My visit is mainly on behalf of the company. Typically, a fighter is approached by the company after securing three consecutive victories.

But Mr. D, your performance has been so outstanding that the company wants to sign you up early.

That is to say, we’re hoping to work with you long-term and hope you will continue to participate in our fighting competitions.

As long as your performance is dazzling enough, you can be promoted to a core talent of Mercury Group in no more than five matches, and we can arrange your status at the Investigation Bureau accordingly.

You can rest assured that the compensation will be generous; I am a good reference for that.

Because of my penchant for fighting, I killed a classmate at school and was expelled, and wasn’t even eligible for the basic assessment of the Investigation Bureau. Yet here I am, having fought my way up to my current position.

The pituitary injectants I’m taking are supplied by Mercury Group—very expensive and rare breeds.

Your talent exceeds mine; you are bound for greater things in the future."

A long-term contract was produced.

Luo Di really enjoyed close-combat; it not only honed his basics but also sated his spine’s hunger—feeding it well through the Fighting Hall.

Signing a long-term fighting contract wasn’t a bad idea.

Moreover, the top brass of the Investigation Bureau had already secretly cooperated with Luo Di, perfectly fabricating Mr. D’s identity information, which could naturally be used to handle membership services at Mercury Group.

But, Luo Di was not so fond of feeling constrained.

A dry voice emitted from the lips filled with hooks.

"I will participate in the fights here over the long term, but I don’t really want to sign a contract. You can discuss this matter directly with my... employer."

"Miss Isabella? So you’ve already signed an agreement with her? Alright, I’ll talk to her about it. Hope Mr. D can still put on a great performance tonight.

Let me give you a tip-off; tonight’s opponent is the same kind as you.

I won’t disturb you any further! I hope Mr. D enjoys tonight’s match."

After a light pat on Luo Di’s shoulder, the boss left the current resting room.

This encounter also piqued Luo Di’s interest in the so-called Mercury Group.

"This boss is both the person in charge here and an Official Investigator, yet in all his undertones, he always puts Mercury Group first.

Maybe I should delve more into this national top five company; it could come in handy when I go to the Capital City later."

Luo Di held no aversion to Mercury Group; on the contrary, he found this omnivorous company that operated flawlessly and achieved its projected goals very interesting and bold.

Even a very necessary existence under the current national situation and world crisis.

For the remainder of the rest period.

Luo Di simply sat in the resting room, resting with his eyes closed, recalling the past few days of high-density tutoring with the Squad Leader, his muscles trembling faintly as if eager to go.

Time was up.

Unlike the previous two matches,

This time, Luo Di from the human side entered the ring first. As the host announced "Mr. D," the entire atmosphere instantly ignited.

The name D stirred the whole venue like a tidal wave, and various forms of cheering signs appeared.

Many extreme fans tattooed the letter D on their faces, some spent a fortune on customized masks to wear, even imitating the insertion of hooks into their lips.

The cheers Luo Di heard sounded more like his Chinese name Di, rather than D.

As he stepped into the Octagonal Cage, looking at the entry pathway to the Pseudo-Person area, he seemed to have heard something already.

Click!

Rarely, a tongue snapped here.

The host also began loudly introducing the information of the other contestant.

"Please welcome the participant from the Pseudo-Person side—’K.’

He had tendencies of animal cruelty since childhood, but always maintained an above-average psychological assessment at school.

After high school, he joined an ordinary company.

Using his night shift job as cover, he committed 7 brutally violent murders, where all victims suffered different types of torture before death, and the letter ’K’ was carved on their eyeballs.

When captured, he was found harming a young boy with his fingers.

As no Thought Corner was detected, he was labeled as ’Death Row Inmate’ and sent to Old City Prison for life imprisonment.

Perhaps due to being unable to satisfy his killing desires for a long time, he developed a Thought Corner in the sixth month of his detention, becoming a special Pseudo-Person.

’K’, who should have been used as important research material, is here with us tonight.

What will his fate be?

Will he face Mr. D’s just execution, putting an end to his sinful life? Or will this mark the beginning of his brand-new murderous life?

Let us welcome ’Death Row Inmate—K’!"