Master of Kaidan
Chapter 161 The Executioner’s Work (Happy New Year)

Chapter 161: Chapter 161 The Executioner’s Work (Happy New Year)

Dodging the surveillance, the young man reached a corner. Amid the faint sound of footsteps, he suddenly pivoted and burst forth. The routinely patrolling prison guard was startled by the shadow leaping out, and before he could make a sound, a deliberately lowered voice accompanied by a coin surfaced before his eyes—

"From now on, you can only make noise by quietly answering my questions."

"Okay." The prison guard deftly pocketed the coin in his pocket, and although his expression remained shocked, he lapsed into a slightly rigid state.

The training the young man had received involved not only developing defense and training perception, but also how to investigate information, how to use various tools, and—how to maximize the effect of the coin.

For example, his single sentence actually included three transactions: answering the question, lowering the voice when answering, and remaining silent.

Of course, since there were multiple demands, the traded party had more choices, such as not answering the question and only remaining silent, but that wasn’t important. The Executioner of Libra, depending on the difficulty of the mission and the target’s level of villainy, could earn anywhere from 3-10 coins. This way of questioning was just to reduce costs. If the person really didn’t speak up, he wouldn’t mind using an extra coin.

However, this prison guard clearly lacked the backbone. As soon as the young man asked about "William Lester’s location," the other party immediately gave an answer—

"He’s in the East District cafeteria."

"Thanks." After asking a few more questions about the guards, surveillance, and patrol routines, he turned and headed toward the target location.

And the prison guard behind him seemed totally unaware, just standing there dumbfounded, as he "could not make a sound" when not answering questions.

...

Avoiding the cameras with the information from the prison guard, the young man easily reached the so-called East District cafeteria. But before he could get close, the piercing music, raucous cheering, and other indescribable sounds had already reached his ears.

He approached the cafeteria under the cover of the noise, only to be shocked by the scene before him—

Inside the cafeteria which could seat a hundred people dining together, a scene akin to a nightclub unfolded. Prisoners in their uniforms were hoisting various bottles, dancing wildly amidst the ear-splitting music.

Some dining tables had been turned into gambling tables, others pieced together to form beds befitting a love hotel, blatantly engaging in indecent acts. He even saw people huddling together snorting powder, which made him question whether he had entered a prison cafeteria or an underground entertainment venue.

However, he quickly recovered from his astonishment and swiftly locked onto his target.

By now, some who had not yet lost their minds to revelry had noticed him. As the question "Who are you?" arose, the young man stepped into the cafeteria and silently closed the door behind him.

Watching his actions, the inmates in the cafeteria erupted in roaring laughter, but soon they were no longer able to laugh.

With physical strength four times that of a normal human, more exaggerated than imaginable, and with each punch carrying a baseline of at least 400 kilograms, there were few who could take a hit and still stand. The strength required to launch such attacks also meant that common objects like bottles and chairs were unlikely to cause significant harm.

(Tyson’s heavy punch is around 500 pounds, roughly over 200 kilograms)

The young man, like a car speeding down a sidewalk, left chaos in his wake, with people turned upside down. This was the result of him holding back. Otherwise, with the killing skills learned from his instructor, there wouldn’t be a single soul alive in that cafeteria.

In fact, the young man had a strong desire to exterminate all the scum in the cafeteria, believing that those who ended up in this prison were generally not good people.

But the moment he became an Executioner, he had sealed a contract with coins. Faced with these scum, what he could do was simply hit them harder in the name of "self-defense."

Inside the cafeteria, screams and wails were incessant. Before long, the few who were still somewhat lucid had shrunk to the corners of the cafeteria like chicks, seemingly praying not to catch the eye of this ferocious deity.

The other party did not attack, and the young man refrained from striking again. Instead, he walked over the wreck strewn about the floor to where William had been smacked down at the very beginning.

"Dude, don’t be rash, what do you want? Money? Women? I... Aaaah!!!!!"

A scream, sharp enough to shatter glass, replaced the pleas for mercy, as William’s right hand was crushed under a tremendous force.

"Victoria curse words, what on earth do you..."

"Following the Libra Code, an eye for an eye, blood for blood," the young man pulled a document from his chest—

"Sixteen people have been maimed for life due to your tyranny."

As he spoke, the young man’s actions did not cease; he methodically moved his hands upwards, one foot after the other, rolling them as if kneading dough, gradually crushing further...

After sixteen consecutive actions, he finally looked down from high above at William, who oscillated between consciousness and unconsciousness from the pain, and turned the page of the document in his hand—

"The women you insulted... Victoria curse words, why do you only have two?"

"Stop, brother, stop!" Hearing the young man’s words, William instantly understood what was about to happen, but a pain shot straight through to the crown of his head, robbing him of the ability to speak, leaving only a feeble gasp and eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

"Ok, hang in there, don’t go into shock, and don’t die; we’re at the last part already." The young man, amidst the petrified gazes littering the ground around him, flipped to the last page of the document and frowned,

"Even though a person can’t die several times, I’ll try to offer you a variety of ways to die."

...

It was not until three hours later that the gagged prison guards were discovered. Having seen similar symptoms on the internet and in newspapers, the guards immediately realized something was wrong and rushed to the place of the prisoners’ revelry.

But when the door of the East District restaurant was opened, what emerged was an unbearable stench of excrement and, pinned gruesomely on the wall, a mangled corpse with the Libra Card—that had been frequenting the news lately—placed on it.

...

"Problem at the Nanides Prison in Little Hill County is resolved; it’s your turn to act."

"You got a cell phone?" Early in the morning, Jessica responded with a slightly odd expression to the sudden words from Feng Xue, knowing that Feng Xue went out "to work" regularly every day. However, Little Hill County was a great distance away from Bakerland, across half of Victoria. Other than making calls or using MSN, she couldn’t think of any other means to quickly exchange information.

"Let’s just say it’s a special sense between Swearer and Executioner," Feng Xue vaguely skirted the topic, as he couldn’t possibly tell Jessica it was due to the transfer of ownership of the coin.

With the special mechanism of the coin, Feng Xue came up with many interesting plays, such as considering each mission a "trade," with coins being distributed upon completion. The difficulty and rewards of each task varied, meaning that by tracking the changes in ownership and timing of the coins he carried, he could roughly deduce who had completed each task.

However...

"Instead of asking me these things, you should immediately arrange for a journalist to rush to Little Hill County for an exclusive and maybe give a heads-up to Fierce Sun Newspaper and Tasoke Newspaper among others to share the pressure, so our news agency doesn’t stand out too much."

"Got it, got it! It’s not my first time! But... Nanides Prison in Little Hill County, that’s a minefield. No simple people are locked up there; this time, it’s probably really big news!" Jessica quickly stuffed a slice of bread into her mouth, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. But before leaving, she turned back and said:

"I plan to personally lead the team to Little Hill County. Do you want to come along?"

"No, I’ve got other work to do, the number of Executioners right now is still too few..."