"Yao Jin, is this your arrangement?"
The City of Light lay at the westernmost edge of the Western Continent, with the West Sea along its coast.
Wutuo lounged shirtless beneath a parasol, wearing sunglasses. As the sea breeze blew in waves, he spoke resentfully. "I've been lying around on the West Coast for days. Nothing's happened at all. Don't tell me your so-called arrangement is just giving me a vacation?"
"Don't rush. Lie there a little longer."
The Electronic Eye floating beside the beach chair spun in circles, and a calm, gentle voice came from within.
"Isn't a vacation good? You worked hard for many years at the Eastern Continent's Adjudication Court. Now that you've returned home in glory, you should rest for a while... This place is remote and undisturbed. Relax properly these next few days."
"Even so..."
Wutuo let out a long sigh. "Shouldn't I be doing something?"
"Doo."
"Doo."
Before he could finish speaking, the communication on the other end had already been cut off.
Yao Jin sat in his wheelchair and slowly pushed himself forward. There was no one behind him.
The underground corridor was long and damp. After the communicator disconnected, even the last trace of light vanished. This was the City of Light's "secret prison," a place that struck fear into countless people across the Western Continent.
The secret prison was much like the Snow Cage of the Eastern Continent.
Over the years, the Church of Light had executed many criminals. Under its devout doctrines, countless people willingly offered up their lives, but there were also those who chose... to betray the light.
Those whose crimes could not be forgiven naturally had to die.
But there were still some people whose value needed to be squeezed dry before they died.
Those people