Aaaahhh!
Cabio let out a shrill scream.
Such screams were enough to draw the attention of the cheering crowd.
However, when Gino and the others realized that the screaming person was Cabio, everyone stopped and watched coldly.
Pity a cold-blooded Executioner?
How was that any different from warming a frozen snake?
Naturally, there was a difference.
At least when facing the latter, knowing it was a snake would make you wary, and you might avoid the bite of its hidden fangs.
But the former?
You would definitely be killed by him.
He would disguise himself, then wait for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill you.
Do not expect him to be grateful.
Facts had long proven that, to someone like Cabio, gratitude was nothing but baggage.
Only by discarding that baggage could he continue traveling light and obtain everything money desired.
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
Cabio cried out loudly for help, but unfortunately, no one spoke up for him.
Very quickly, Cabio realized this as well. The Deputy Director of the Tribunal, tormented by Plague, immediately revealed his true colors and began viciously cursing those around him.
"I hope you all die miserable deaths!"
"You hypocrites!"
"Do you think I'm the cold-blooded and heartless one?"
"The truly cruel and tyrannical one is Motuoer."
His venomous words quickly spread to the Privy Bishop.
Then the situation spiraled out of control, because as the Deputy Director of the Tribunal spoke, secret information about the Temple of the War God was revealed one piece at a time.
The surrounding crowd stared wide-eyed.
They had never imagined that the Temple of the War God could be so dark.
Assassinations for profit were practically routine.
There was even human trafficking!
Not merely one or two people.
It was the kind of massive operation involving hundreds or