The Eighteen Levels of Hell

Night fell.

Grand Leader's Mansion, a group of richly dressed people gathered together with anxious expressions.

Among them were elegant ladies, composed gentlemen with clean beards, and pale-faced aristocratic youths.

But at this moment, a trace of worry was on their faces.

"Have you heard the news? I heard the newly appointed Grand Leader is just a fringe figure in the underworld!"

"Do you know what happened to Commander Canal?"

"Shh... keep your voice down. Without an official appointment from the capital, these people are nothing but a bunch of rebels. We just need to wait for them to bring about their own destruction. Don't provoke them for now."

"Yeah, let's wait and see them bring this upon themselves! These bastards dared to make us wait here, and Jorar is a traitor too. We'll see!"

"But have you heard? The new Grand Leader seems to have developed something today. A lot of reporters have taken pictures of it, saying it can change Ejin City. It's big news."

"Nothing can shake our position!"

A group of people discussed in hushed tones.

Around 8 p. m., Franklin came out with a sheepish grin, gesturing for the group to go inside.

The group exchanged bewildered glances before entering the Grand Leader's Mansion in turn.

The former Grand Leader's Mansion has undergone tremendous changes.

The entire hall was dark, as if it were the underworld.

The green light reflected off the surrounding area, revealing bloody instruments of torture. The antlers and beautiful murals that once adorned the area have been replaced by rusty, hooked Chains.

Around the hall were mountains of knives gleaming coldly, cauldrons of boiling oil steaming hot, iron tongs poised to rip out tongues, and eerie giant scissors covered in thorns...

In the center of the hall were several tables laden with a sumptuous meal.

This was an openly treacherous banquet.

"Gulp!"

Everyone swallowed hard, and even the nobles who had just been clamoring to make Ian and the others suffer no longer dared to utter a word.

Nobody's stupid; with clearly torture instruments hanging around, they didn't believe it was just for show.

Although it's unclear what the host of the banquet is trying to achieve.

But... at this moment, no one dared to stand up and be the troublemaker.

Kazan, Xia, Jorar, and Xia Ya, among others, were already seated.

Even they, upon witnessing this bizarre scene, fell silent and dared not utter a word.

Although Xia Ya had some doubts about what these things around her were for, the clever girl didn't ask directly.

After all.

Seeing the newly elected president Kazan sitting upright next to me, looking as if nothing concerned me, I realized that he was completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

This is enough to show how serious the matter is.

"It seems everyone has arrived. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's take our seats while the food is still hot."

At that moment, Ian appeared and addressed the group.

At this moment, the elite of Ejin City gathered together, exchanged glances, fell silent, and slowly walked to their seats.

"The main reason I called everyone here today is to Kazan for your Grand Leader in maintaining order in Ejin City."

"I don't like trouble, so I'll only inform everyone this once."

"As for the future, what are you going to do...?"

Ian pointed to a scene created using the [Set-Building Machine] based on the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and said calmly.

"If you violate the word 'justice,' that's your doom."

Seeing Ian's undisguised threat.

Among the nobles, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a well-tailored suit, stood up and said with a serious expression.

"What right do you have to make demands of us?"

"Before this, I didn't even know who Kazan was. Among our group were tycoons who had created business legends."

The old man glanced at a well-off middle-aged man at a nearby table.

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and gave an awkward smile.

The old man then glanced at the pale-faced young man beside him.

"There are also nobles appointed by the royal family..."

Despite his frail health, the young man still arrogantly raised his head.

He'd lost patience long ago after waiting so long, and besides, who was the other party trying to scare with this whole charade?

They're just a bunch of rebels.

"We also have legendary generals who are skilled in battle..."

He glanced at a middle-aged man in the corner, only to see the man tremble, his face extremely pale, and his brows tightly furrowed.

The old man paid no attention and continued to speak righteously.

"Even Canal wouldn't dare treat us like this, and you... do you even know what you're doing!?"

Clearly, the elderly man in the suit held a high position among this group.

As soon as he finished speaking...

Some people in the crowd almost stood up to applaud; the old man was practically their mouthpiece!

However, some people simply watched all of this with indifference, while others seemed to have anticipated something, their brows furrowed tightly.

"I knew someone would inevitably jump out, so my preparations weren't in vain."

Ian rubbed his forehead and said in a slightly cold tone.

"Xia, let me... no... let's introduce this guy to everyone, and see what kind of punishment he deserves."

Xia slowly stood up, took out a notebook, and quickly began to read it aloud in front of everyone.

"According to intelligence gathered, Moza Ennu has repeatedly commissioned gangs to kidnap young girls for his sexual abuse, resulting in the deaths of nine civilian families. He has also long controlled the judicial system, leading to twenty-seven cases of clear miscarriages of justice..."

Xia's words, though spoken one by one, seemed to resonate deeply in everyone's hearts.

At that moment, everyone seemed to suddenly understand.

They... seemed to understand the significance of the Chains and instruments of torture around them.

Clearly, the old man named Moza hadn't yet come to his senses. Upon hearing that his secrets had been exposed, his once dignified and imposing face was now contorted with rage as he roared.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You little brat from the Sharku Family, how dare you frame and slander this Grand Judge! Jorar, what a fine son you've raised!!"

Jorar looked a little flustered when his name was called.

He hadn't expected that Xia had been doing these things these past few days.

And Ian was standing to the side.

He frowned deeply upon hearing about the other party's crimes.

He didn't look at the evidence of crimes committed by the nobles, merchants, and politicians that Xia had found. After all, in this world, it seemed understandable that these powerful people would do some outrageous things that would offend both gods and men.

However, even upon hearing it, I still felt unsettled.

He gave Feitan a look and said in an icy tone.

"Drag him away and fry him in oil. This kind of person doesn't deserve any chance..."

Feitan stepped forward, glanced at the old man, and sneered.

"I've never seen a punishment like deep-frying someone before..."

"I'll show you guys what's what today!"

Not far away, Kazan, Xia, Xia Ya, and the others turned pale.

Are... are we really going to use these punishments?

Meanwhile, Chrollo, Machi, Uvogin Nobunaga, and the others who were guarding the area didn't even blink, as if they were just watching a show.

It was rare to see Ian angry, and they just wanted to see how badly he would end up.

It must be said that people from Meteor City are always somewhat different from those living in peace outside.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Feitan appeared beside the old man, his Big Black Umbrella striking the man's limbs with lightning speed.

With a crisp cracking sound, the other person's limbs went limp, broken, and his face contorted in pain.

"Let's go, let's go. Now that Ian has spoken, you old man, stop trying to struggle..."

He dragged the other person by one leg, like dragging a dead dog, step by step towards the oil fryer.

Blood and snot trailed on the ground. The old man had lost all his previous dignity and was now pleading desperately.

"Spare me! I'll give you a fortune!"

Those around who witnessed this scene looked distressed, but more than that, they felt a chill of fear, as if their fates were intertwined with the fate of others.

These people, do they really dare to kill so cruelly right in front of them!?