Chapter 22

E-Types had never known mercy.

Of course, there were newcomers who had just entered the Evil Tower and still carried themselves as though they alone reigned supreme under heaven.

They had no idea how twisted and ruthless the devil Shen Tingyu was. They would glare at him with aggressive eyes and hurl abuse at him—

"Shen Tingyu, you useless piece of trash!"

"You're a Type E yourself, but you just had to become the empire's lackey. Ptooey!"

After the stubbled man spat out those two lines, the floor in Tower 2 instantly fell into a hellish silence.

Even the sound of pages turning stopped.

In the corridor, the man in the black-and-gold military uniform halted.

Then he walked up to the stubbled man's cell, the same leisurely smile still on his face, looking like an elegant young nobleman with impeccable manners.

The cell door opened, and the Type E who had arrived only a few months ago charged out with killing intent. He held a short dagger that could be linked to Mental Power and wielded with it, which he had somehow smuggled in.

The faintly glowing blade stabbed viciously at a vital point on the man in the corridor. But his powerful attack, driven by Mental Power, was caught and stopped in time. As though the other man had already seen through every move he would make, he threw him to the ground in an instant.

He got up and fought back, but he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes. By the time he was drenched in sweat, he realized he seemed to have been toyed with like a dog.

The stubbled man's eyes reddened with fury. With such a top-tier E-Type before him, he couldn't control his urge to destroy him. Yet even as he swung his weapon, every one of his attacks was seen through with precision, and in the end he was thrown to the ground once more.

Even the dagger he had gripped so tightly had vanished.

He was just about to get up and look for it when a blade suddenly pierced the palm of the hand he had yet to lift from the floor. Before he had any time to rise, struggle, or strike back, a foot landed squarely on his chest. Powerful Mental Power surged through his body with the heavy blow, piercing straight through his Mental Power defenses.

Several of his ribs cracked.

"There are ranks among Type Es too," Shen Tingyu's deep, pleasant voice said leisurely from above. "And you're only at the very bottom."

"Not bad strength. Too bad it's all brute force, with no technique."

He bent down and pinned the man's wrist. The seemingly effortless hold left him unable to move.

He pulled the sharp dagger out in one motion and chuckled, his even tone edged with a trace of chill. "Besides, if I weren't the empire's dog, how would I get the chance to beat you up legally here?"

Shen Tingyu was a typical Extremist.

Of course, he didn't like E-Types either. In fact, he disliked them to the extreme.

He was simply better at suppressing his nature than most E-Types. But when someone showed no respect and went out of their way to cause trouble, he would no longer hold back.

He tugged at his collar, a scarlet tinge gradually creeping into his eyes. "So, which hand were you holding the knife with just now?"

In the deserted, silent corridor, the man's voice gradually grew hoarse from screaming. The other prisoners stood silently by their doors. Some of those with more severe psychological trauma hid in a corner with their heads in their arms, as though they had returned to that night when they had known no better.

Then the small device in Shen Tingyu's pocket suddenly sounded an alert.

For the first time ever, he stopped before the E-Type he was dealing with had been rendered completely incapable of making a sound. The ferocity faded from his deep-blue eyes as clarity and reason gradually returned.

He stood there, looking down at the dying man on the floor for several seconds before reaching into his trouser pocket and taking out the beeping device.

The little device was smaller than his palm, and its screen showed fluctuating curves, just as he had expected.

Two of them.

It was something the Evil Tower staff had given him to monitor the status of the two punishment bracelets worn by the potential Type E whose evaluation he was responsible for.

Fluctuations meant the other man was acting up again.

Shen Tingyu looked down at it, then suddenly smiled.

This was already the umpteenth time that night, but he knew exactly what the owner of those two bracelets was doing.

Because many years ago, he too had done the exact same thing in this tower.

Shen Tingyu watched for a while before putting the small device away. Then he opened his communicator and connected to Tower 2's administration department. "Thirty-ninth floor. Serious injuries. Emergency treatment needed."

"Ah, understood! We're terribly sorry an E-Type in Tower 2 was rude to you again, Admiral. You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Thank you, I'm fine," he replied with a chuckle. "The newcomer doesn't know the rules. He just needs a little educating."

Thanks to Admiral Shen's diligent protection, all was peaceful and tranquil in Tower 2 once again that night.

"Hahahahaha, oh, ahahahahaha..."

In a single cell in Tower 4, Xu Qingran sat by the window with dark circles under his eyes, not in a very good mood.

Ever since he had moved here, he hadn't slept well a single night.

The lunatic next door, whose gender he couldn't make out, deliberately picked his rest time every day to laugh like he'd won fifty million, disturbing his sleep.

On the other side was an old man, also quite mad, who shouted out the window every day, "Honey, honey? You've come to pick me up!"

Otherwise, he would crouch in a corner, crying pitifully.

He glanced at the bars separating his cell from the one on the right. The laughter-loving lunatic had once again grabbed the bars with both hands and was laughing at him, a provocative look in his eyes.

After they stared at each other for a few seconds, he let out a laugh of his own, got up, and walked over to him.

"Hold out your hand. I'll give you something," he said quietly.

When the other man heard there was a little gift, he stopped making a fuss and held out his hand with a chuckle.

Xu Qingran lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. He took the man's open hand, then suddenly gripped one of his fingers and bent it down hard—

Crack. It was the sound of a bone breaking.

A piercing scream rang out through the entire corridor. Even the lunatics in several other cells briefly stopped their mad antics when they heard the terrible, horrifying scream.