Dawn Tower's Gift to the Wang Family
In their clash, Wang Wei had always held the upper hand. Whether in temperament or strategy, he was superior to Wang Lin.
Under long-term suppression, Wang Lin had grown increasingly extreme.
Meanwhile.
Dawn Tower's escort vehicle had arrived at the gates of Number Nine City.
Jiang You sat obediently inside the vehicle in a prison uniform, her hands shackled in black cuffs, stuffing steamed buns into her mouth.
She chewed the fermented wheat dough slowly, its aftertaste gradually turning sweet.
The buns were especially delicious because they were filled with Zhang Shuhui's specially prepared meat filling.
The iron cuffs on her hands had been developed by Number Nine City. Once worn, their built-in micro-needles would inject suppressants into ability users at regular intervals, suppressing their powers.
Without their abilities, ability users were no different from ordinary survivors.
The person driving the escort vehicle was Tower Master Lu.
He had only learned that Jiang You was the newly appointed Blackface after taking part in this escort mission.
Tower Master Lu was in charge of punishment and examinations in Dawn Tower. Among the various tower masters, he possessed the greatest combat power.
When he kept his mouth shut, he actually looked decent. Unfortunately, he had grown an extra mouth.
Normally, a minor task like escorting prisoners would never require his involvement. But this prisoner was special, so Tower Master Lu had personally taken the wheel.
"I'm telling you, you made a deal with our High Priest? You don't even know how you'll die. Do you know what happened to the people who cooperated with him before?"
Tower Master Lu's mouth attacked everyone without distinction.
"The grass on their graves is already three meters tall. Our High Priest is so devious he could give someone trypophobia.