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Chapter 837 - 837 435 Be good and work hard for me (4200)_2

Chapter 837: 435 Be good and work hard for me! (4200)_2 Chapter 837: 435 Be good and work hard for me! (4200)_2 “Even the lair of the Wild Beast no longer needs to exist from today on,” he declared, his face as expressionless as ever.

He issued commands abruptly.

“Nine snakes, Fog Man, Ascetic. Later, you all take Otto to the second level and knock all the prisoners there unconscious, then drag them collectively to the first-level hall. Thomas, you tell Siegel to take all the remaining hands from the lair of the Wild Beast and release all the prisoners on the first level…”

“All of them, herd them to the underground first-level hall.”

After Casio finished giving orders, he turned and walked toward the right side of the passage. He intended to meditate and circulate the power of the Demonic Elephant Secret Martial Art to restore his qi.

On the spot, the others exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

Five minutes later, in the lair of the Wild Beast, on the underground second level.

In the prison cage, prisoners with a fierce temperament and an agitated spirit were still immersed in the shock of Casio’s recent passing by. They had become much more subdued.

Suddenly, the sound of a key unlocking one of the cages could be heard.

With a click, the door opened, and a skinny old man that resembled a rack of ribs walked in. He had a downcast gaze, appearing to be an honest and simple farmer.

In the cage, a burly man with sinewy muscles leaped down from an iron bed, and his feet made a muffled thud on the ground. He was at least two meters tall, with his body already undergoing grotesque mutations. Dark lines like tree branches crept over his entire upper body, including half of his face.

Those fierce lines resembled tattoos, alongside a face full of horizontal flesh on his bald head. A brutal aura poured out from his arms and body.

“Where did this skinny monkey come from? Get lost!”

The muscular man glared at the skinny elder, his eyes bloodshot with veins. His words were rude and fierce, but he did not act immediately. It was really because Casio had just passed by and glanced into his room, the lingering fear still present.

Otherwise, as soon as someone dared to enter the cage, the muscular man would pounce on them immediately, attacking wildly until death!

“Did you hear what I said? Old monkey, you’re looking for death!!!”

After waiting for two or three seconds, the muscular man finally grew impatient. His body swelled, and his figure abruptly grew larger, reaching two meters in height. The blood vessels on his upper body protruded, forming small tumorous lumps.

The muscular man took a few steps forward, a cruel smile on his face.

A second later, he was walking backwards step by step, cornered against the wall.

A hand, covered in black mane and large as a grindstone, pressed down fiercely, grabbing the muscular man’s head as though pinching a ping-pong ball. Then came a succession of thuds…

The large body of the muscular man, like a doll, was picked up and smashed against the iron wall several times. Skin tore and flesh burst, with blood splattering everywhere. The one carrying out the brutal violence was a muscular Giant Ape over three meters tall, his face still bearing that kind, benevolent expression. Had it not been for the half of his hideously ugly face spattered with fresh red blood, one might even think that the recent savage act hadn’t been done by him. After another round of beating…

A few seconds later, the 1.65-meter-tall hunched old man staggered out of the prison cell door, still his usual silent self. On his back, he carried a mass of flesh blurred beyond recognition, slowly walking out of the cell door. In his hand, he held a key, heading for the next one.

Halfway there, in the corridor, he came across the Fog Man, who was still wrapped in scarlet mist. Half human, half blood mist in appearance, behind him was a vortex the size of a half-human, slowly lifting a prisoner.

Large patches of the prisoner’s skin had been peeled off, leaving a bloodied mess.

“Fog Man, Ascetic, lighten your touch a bit. Don’t kill them, Lord Blood Fist still needs them,” the eight-legged spider Otto said leisurely as he emerged from an iron door, using seven legs to move. The last leg stretched diagonally into mid-air, piercing through a prisoner’s chest, dripping blood drop by drop. It was as if he was hanging on the hooks of a slaughterhouse like a dead pig.

Twenty minutes passed, and in the lair of the Wild Beast, on the underground first-level hall.

A noisy group of prisoners was herded over. They all exuded a ferocious aura and had multiple lives on their hands. Perhaps these prisoners were once hunters of the Dark Hunt Organization, but now, unable to withstand the corruption of disasters, they had degenerated into rioters. At this time in the past, the prisoners would certainly run away and attack the guards the moment they had the chance to leave the cages.

However, a dreadful aura enveloping the entire hall made no one dare to do so. Next to the sealed iron doors, a silhouette stood quietly with its back to everyone. The thick black airflow at the sleeves and collar flowed and swirled around, wrapping the limbs like silky satin.

The Qi surged and with it, an extremely dangerous aura dispersed into the air.

Thud, thud, thud…

Several half-dead silhouettes were thrown to the ground, their blood staining the steel floor red. They joined the second layer prisoners already piled up here, occupying nearly half of the hall. At the back, the most numerous prisoners from the underground first layer were trembling, their gazes sweeping over the figures that had just been thrown in. All were from the more brutal level below, and to think they were beaten to such a state one by one. The sight was shocking…

Actually, Casio had no special requirements, he just needed the second layer prisoners to lose the ability to act. It’s just that Nine snakes and the other four most brutal prisoners seemed to need to vent because they had been beaten so miserably by Casio just now. But they dared not find Casio, so they could only take out their anger on these second layer felons who were neither here nor there.

In the underground first layer hall, the scent of blood spread through the air.

The entire nest of the Wild Beast, over a hundred prisoners, had gathered here.

The crowd was restless, and a quiet, anxious mood was spreading.

Siegel and Thomas also walked quickly through the passageway.

The tall silhouette that had been turned away from the crowd slowly turned around. His eyes, veiled in a layer of light black mist, swiftly scanned the entire room.

Casio slowly extended his right hand, and black smoke that burned like flames surged out. It danced wildly, like a demon, with an indescribably sinister charm.

“Good morning, everyone.”

“From now on, I will be the new director of the Clinic. You will need to serve me, and I offer you the chance to leave your cages…”

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Florence, First District, the northwest corner’s Royal Horse Farm.

Here lay an expansive track, fine horses, and professional equestrians, all at the service of the aristocrats of the Imperial Royal Family. This morning, several nobles who had made reservations came for horse racing, which was a leisure sport.

In the sunshine, several people dressed in aristocratic attire were riding tall, spirited horses, slowly moving forward along the track. Among them was an exceptionally familiar figure. It was none other than the drained and disposed of Silver Bloom Rapier, Sass. He was talking animatedly, chatting with a few other aristocrats as they rode.

After circling the track, they found a spot to stop.

They dismounted from their horses one by one.

“The Duke Belly’s disappearance has already spread within the Royal Family…”

“We must come up with a suitable excuse to hoodwink His Majesty. If it comes to it, we can just blame the dark creatures or those fellows from the Door Organization. Their reputation is foul enough, perfect for taking the blame…”

“I really don’t know what happened. The dark creatures’ Experiment Field was apparently abandoned by Candle Soul and their group. Both Duke Belly and Councilman Louis have had issues. I fear it’s as we suspected, that a mysterious force has launched an attack targeting the Door Organization, which is bad news…”

“First, rule us out, then rule out the Council. The Dark Hunt Organization is focusing on selecting a new Shadow Hunter and doesn’t seem to be stirring. I believe this force comes from the self-sufficient Secret Martial Arts World. Only they have the power and the animosity towards the Door Organization…”

“If it’s the Secret Martial Arts World, we have no way to start an investigation through our channels here. So the priority is to reestablish contact with the Door Organization and use their channels to clearly understand the situation…”

After a long discussion, the influential nobles left the Horse Farm after an hour or two. Silver Bloom Rapier, Sass, walked alone towards the direction of the Royal Sword Pavilion, a rapier sheathed at his waist, its hilt wrapped with silver bloom patterns – the symbol of Master of the Rapier, Constantine’s school.

Walking quietly along the road, Sass was alone. In the shadows behind him, a pair of deeply hidden eyes slowly emerged. Like a ghost, they followed closely. After many days of observation, the Door Organization could no longer hold back and decided to make their move at this opportune moment when Sass was alone.

In the alley, a shadow flashed by, swiftly tracking him.

However, what he failed to see was that the Silver Bloom Rapier, Sass, slightly paused in his walk forward and a sinister smile formed on his face.

Across half his face, the dense black totem was faintly visible…