Terror in the Cage

Roughly set down once again, Sato frowned, looking half-awake, when a cold command rang out beside him.

"Alakazam, Teleport!"

"Hu!"

Whoosh!

Without any resistance, Sato was directly teleported to an extremely dim place. People immediately crowded around him, beginning to make all sorts of comments.

"Why is there another kid? He's Not Even Fully Grown, is he?"

"Hmph, one look and you can tell he's some wild brat who grew up without a father or mother."

"I don't think so. Look, he's still wearing pajamas. That fabric doesn't look like it came from a poor family."

"Maybe he's an illegitimate child who got sold off by the legal wife, hahaha..."

Sato no longer needed to pretend. He opened his eyes directly and coldly Scanned the crowd around him. Just A Look was enough to choke off their mockery.

"Tch, Little Kid, are you looking to die?!"

The skinny young man who had spoken first was secretly furious that he had been frightened by a mere child's gaze. He stood up, intending to teach Sato a lesson.

Sato did not move. He merely watched him coldly. That scrawny body did not stir even a trace of fighting interest in him, but it was perfect for killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

"Enough, stop!"

A deep, powerful voice came from the darkness. The skinny young man immediately froze, shot Sato a vicious Glanced At, then quietly retreated. Seeing that the show was over, the surrounding people scattered as well.

Unmoved, Sato turned to see who had unnecessarily intervened. Unfortunately, all he could see was darkness. Unable to see that side, he observed his surroundings instead. Through the dimness, he could vaguely make out enclosed iron bars, along with a mixture of complicated, pungent smells and the rise and fall of breathing.

As it slowly overlapped with distant memories, Sato found a corner and quietly sat down to rest. From Time To Time, more people were teleported in out of thin air. Their reactions varied, but in the end, they could only choose to accept it. Among them, Sato's response was the coldest.

The days of imprisonment were not long. After Sato swallowed his fourth disgusting meal, a blinding white light suddenly flared up. The sudden illumination Caused a commotion. Once everyone adjusted, they saw two black-clad figures quietly waiting outside the iron bars.

Sato stood and looked at the two identically dressed people outside the iron bars. The subtle difference was that the black-clad man On the Right had a Dark Blue nameplate hanging from his waist, while the one on the left had a dark red one. Sato was very familiar with them. Red, green, blue, silver, gold, and black corresponded to the ranks of killers within the Ghost Ship Organization. In his previous life, Sato had relied on his reckless disregard for his life and the aid of Dark Power to claw his way, step by step, to the rank of Gold Rank Killer!

The two before him were clearly killers of the Ghost Ship Organization as well: a Red Card Assassin and a Blue Rank Killer! Clang!

A small door in the iron bars Was Opened. Without needing any orders from the black-clad men, the nearest person impatiently ran out. After passing through the small door, the Red Card Assassin silently handed him an iron token, upon which three numbers were clearly engraved.

"001"

Seeing that the black-clad men were only distributing metal tokens and posed no other danger, the crowd eagerly crawled out, wanting to leave the cage behind them. Every person who came out received a token, and the numbers upon them gradually increased.

When Sato Walked Out last and Took Over the token in his hand, "136" was clearly written on it. Sato clenched the metal token tightly, suppressing the excitement in his heart as he steadily blended into the crowd Step By Step.

In his previous life, after his parents had died and he had been forcibly kidnapped by the Ghost Ship Organization, Sato had spent every day in a daze. Back then, he had been the last to be directly thrown out by the black-clad men, and the number on his metal token had been the same as the one in his hand.

"136!"

"Open it."

"Yes!"

The Red Card Assassin respectfully nodded to the Blue Rank Killer, then directly pulled a remote control from his side and lightly pressed it. A row of Incandescent Lamps suddenly lit up Not Far Away. Beneath them stood ten iron cages. At the same time, the iron doors of the cages automatically opened, and a strong, bloody Foul Odor Came Rushing over them. The sound of vomiting immediately rose around them.

"Numbers one through ten, go in one at a time!" The Red Card Assassin's voice became extremely cold, yet there was a faint trace of excitement in it.

Sato Glanced At the red-clad assassin. He vaguely remembered that this man had done fairly well for a time and had been the strongest among the killers of their batch. However, during an assassination mission, some special fetish of his had exposed a weakness, and he had been counter-killed.

Sato shook his head. For a dead man, it was already impressive that he remembered anything at all. As Long As he did not get in Sato's way, whatever fetishes or eccentricities he had were none of Sato's business.

"Didn't you hear me? Numbers one through ten, go in one at a time!"

"Go... go in for what?" the man who had been the first to leave the cage asked tremblingly. At that moment, he Wished She Could chop off his own feet. How could he have thought of being the first to go out? It was utterly foolish.

"Go in for what? You guess." The red-clad assassin's voice suddenly became incredibly gentle. But the Next Moment, a pair of Blood Red eyes lit up in the darkness, and a demon seemingly from hell Slowly Walked Out.

"Houndoom!"

The Fire- and Dark-type Houndoom walked toward the number one man Just Like That, Step By Step. There was no roar, no attack, yet the man's legs began to tremble for no reason. The Next Moment, he desperately ran toward the leftmost cage.

"Nothing in the cages could possibly be more terrifying than Houndoom!" This was the number one man's only thought at that moment. Not To Mention The Rest, who all chose to enter the unbearably foul cages.

Click!

Click! Click! Click...

The ten iron doors automatically shut. Then, a scream suddenly came from one of the cages in the middle before abruptly stopping!

Bang!

Clang...

"Help! Let me out, I want out!"

Immediately afterward, sounds of impacts and screams came one after another from the other cages. In less than two minutes, everything fell silent again.

Of the more than one hundred people Remaining outside, only a few were somewhat calm. Everyone else had gone pale, completely unaware of what terrifying things were inside. Before they had time to think further, the iron doors had automatically opened. Not a single person came out, but quite a bit of blood seeped out by the doors.

"This batch is really poor quality." The red-clad killer mocked them Without Hesitation, drawing A Look from the blue-clad killer that instantly made him obedient.

Hidden among the crowd, Sato curled his lips. That red-clad killer clearly knew that those who passed would leave directly through another door, yet he still used such suggestive words to increase their pressure.

As Expected, the already terrified crowd turned even more bloodless. Many People collapsed directly to the ground, and some even began wailing loudly.

"Aowu!"

Houndoom's long howl instantly drowned out the noisy chaos in the area. Those intending to flee and those consumed by despair all stopped. At that moment, the red-clad killer's voice rang out at just the right time. "Numbers 11 through 20, go in."