Bad Luck

"I will become the nightmare of your planet... Hehehe..." Konrad Curze's laughter echoed in Lin Fan's ears, and Jaghatai shuddered at the bloodlust within his brother's laugh.

He knew nothing good would come of letting that damned madman out!

"We're going to bring him back!" Jaghatai said gravely.

"I don't think Konrad Curze would do anything that twisted. He's a man of principles. He only kills those he considers guilty. We've run this place so well that the more he kills, the more hollow the principles he clings to will become."

"But..."

"But what? When Curze was young, he'd rather have starved to death than steal from someone else. Though he later survived by eating corpses and dead rats..."

"What I mean is..."

"He thinks he isn't a good person, and that human nature cannot withstand harsh trials. But deep down, he still hopes human nature is kind and just. He also hopes that he himself is kind and just."

Jaghatai looked helplessly at the eloquent Lin Fan, then raised a crucial question. "Did his moral code take xenos into account? Even if he doesn't target humans, wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable for him to skin the T'au?"

Lin Fan froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled Jaghatai and Yilafren along as they followed the murderous scent Curze had left in the air.

Curze prowled through the shadows beneath the buildings, watching the passersby and judging their condition.

He needed some time to understand this planet before devising a unique set of execution methods.

This was a filthy world. Even beneath its orderly facade, it could not conceal the fact that its high-ranking leaders were colluding with xenos.

Following his instincts, he arrived at a certain place. The distant building was likely the administrative headquarters, and the stench of xenos