Marauder Prison, Habal and Baku

Marsil's phone screen showed the once pitch-black street in crystal clarity.

That drone actually had a night-vision camera mounted on it. After using it to carefully inspect the surrounding area and confirm there was no ambush, Marsil personally watched Yu Yuan's retreating figure disappear into the distance.

Only then did Marsil retrieve the drone. She hurried to the corner, picked up the three packs of military rations, then returned to Kanchino 7. With no visible movement from her, the door opened, and she slipped inside.

"Who was that?" A somewhat frail voice rang out from inside the room.

Marsil quickly walked to a screen on the living room wall. After a few simple operations, she said softly, "I think I saw the person who saved you."

"You're saying that person just now was him?"

A wheelchair rolled up before Marsil, its occupant's voice trembling slightly.

Had Yu Yuan been here, he would have recognized the person in the wheelchair as the woman with the tear mole who had vanished—Mona.

Her body was still weak, but her wounds had clearly been carefully treated and bandaged. Compared to before, the biggest change was perhaps the added madness and chill in her eyes.

A hint of worry showed in Marsil's eyes.

"Sister Mona, he somehow learned about me. He even lied and said he got the information from Fedmon's notes. I didn't expose him. He wants to invest in my research and said he'll bring supplies tomorrow. Can he really be trusted?"

Mona's gaze softened slightly as she looked at Marsil.

"Marsil, don't let me affect your decision. I can no longer turn back. Once I've recovered a little more, I'll leave this place within the next day or two. By then, you'll be you, and I'll be me. As for whether to trust him... decide for yourself."

"Sister Mona, you're leaving?" Marsil panicked.

"It's far too dangerous outside right now. You've only just suffered such serious injuries..." Before she could finish, she saw Mona's eyes turn icy in an instant.

She immediately stopped talking.

"That man was right. Beasts... someone always has to send them to hell!" With that, the wheelchair retreated into the darkness once more.

Soren High-Security Prison.

Located in the eastern outskirts of Green Forest City, it had originally been a tightly guarded high-security prison with fully equipped facilities. Not only did it possess a complete logistical support system, but armed squads responsible for violent suppression had also been stationed around it.

But now, the prison had become a true Marauder Prison. Even the armed forces on its perimeter and the ammunition depot had been seized by the marauders, who had armed themselves to the teeth.

The added barbed wire and broken glass atop the prison walls, along with the snipers and machine gunners stationed in the watchtowers, filled the place with a grim, murderous air.

Yet the prison's internal public area was brightly lit.

The raiders had surrounded the yard, shouting and cheering excitedly.

It had been transformed into an arena.

Inside the arena, five slaves clutched weapons. Their faces were filled with fear, yet they charged madly at the hulking figure in the center.

Bang...

The hulking figure merely flashed a savage grin.

He easily dodged the dagger thrust at him by one slave. His fan-sized palm seized the slave by the top of his head, and he lifted him up as effortlessly as if he were a chick.

"Ah..."

The slave let out a painful wail, while the surrounding raiders grew even more excited.

Some even stood atop apocalypse vehicles, shouting fervently, "Iron Hammer! Iron Hammer Habal is invincible!!!"

"Iron Hammer Habal is invincible!!!"

"Haha!" Habal revealed a bloodthirsty smile. Still gripping that slave's head, he swung him at the other four slaves.

Bang bang bang bang...

All four were knocked flying and rolled across the ground.

Then Habal looked at the slave in his hand, clenched his right fist, and smashed it toward the slave's head.

Smack...

Amid everyone's cheers, Habal flung the corpse in his hand away like garbage.

The other four slaves had somehow all "fainted."

Habal accepted the towel handed over by a subordinate. After wiping himself down briefly, he tossed it to the ground.

Someone handed him a trimmed cigar.

Habal sat down in an enormous lounge chair.

"Send those four guys to Victor tomorrow as well." After saying that, he took a deep puff of the cigar. The spicy, stimulating rush in his mouth went straight to his head, and he closed his eyes to savor it.

Behind him, the man who had been quietly enjoying the gladiatorial match from the beginning nodded slightly at those words.

"It's already been arranged, Warden!"

As soon as he spoke, the four "unconscious" slaves were dragged away. People then cleared the arena, and new gladiators entered. Amid screams and cheers, a bloody slaughter began.

After watching for a while, Habal glanced sideways at the man standing behind him. He exhaled smoke and said in a deep voice:

"Baku, there won't be any problems with tomorrow's matter, right?"

Baku's eyes curved into crescents. He pressed the middle finger of his right hand against his glasses frame and adjusted it slightly, a smile curling his lips.

"Don't worry! Everything has been arranged. As long as the Black Shield Police Department dares to come, we'll definitely give them a surprise."

"Haha!"

Habal burst into laughter, his fan-sized palm landing heavily on Baku's shoulder.

"I knew handing these matters to you would be no problem." After looking around, he leaned close to Baku's ear.

"Hey, I've said it long ago—you should be the warden, and I'll be your muscle. Just thinking about all this stuff that needs brains gives me a headache."

At this moment, Habal looked nothing like the leader of Marauder Prison. He was practically a miserable fellow forced into a role he never wanted.

But Baku shook his head slightly and looked seriously at Habal.

"No. The warden can only be you, and the leader of Marauder Prison in the eyes of outsiders can only be you. As for everything else, with me here... nothing will go wrong!"

"Fine, fine! I'm going to train." Habal seemed to have expected this answer long ago. He waved dismissively and left.

The moment Habal left, the previously uproarious yard fell utterly silent.

Everyone's gaze turned toward that straight-backed figure. Unlike the excitement and fervor in their eyes when they looked at Habal—

Their eyes as they looked at Baku were filled with reverence, obedience, and madness.

At that moment, someone on a dog leash was led out. The instant he saw Baku, he crawled over on all fours with his tongue hanging out and an ecstatic expression on his face. He came before Baku and rubbed his face against Baku's leather shoes again and again.

Baku looked with satisfaction at the masterpiece he had created and raised his foot to step on the man's head.

"Has the information about tomorrow's transaction been leaked?"

"Master, it has been leaked exactly as you instructed, not a single word different."

Baku chuckled at those words. His eyes narrowed slightly as a cold glint flashed through them while he stared into the empty space ahead.

"Heh~ I'm already looking forward to it so much! What should I do~~"

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