In the square.
Yue Xiaofei looked down at the clowns struggling in the muck and spat out two cold words.
"Add more."
Xu Wenqiang immediately pressed another red button in his hand.
"You got it!"
The vacuum truck's auxiliary tank opened.
A stream of white powder mixed into the flow.
It was Rapid-Setting Agent.
The already thick sludge began to harden at once.
Ito Yūgorō had just struggled out of his wheelchair and was trying to crawl away.
But the moment his hands and feet touched the ground, the rapidly solidifying mixture stuck them fast.
He was like a rat caught on a glue trap. The more he struggled, the more filth clung to him, and the deeper he sank.
"Help... Help me..."
Ito Yūgorō let out a faint cry, but every time he opened his mouth, a fresh "delivery" went in.
He had imagined countless ways to die.
Shot, blown up, even starving himself to death in prison.
Any of them would have made him a hero of the Empire, a martyr people revered.
But not this.
Drowning in shit.
What was this supposed to be?
What kind of hero died like this?!
They were going to nail him to the pillar of shame and smear shit on his face for good measure!
"Stop!"
Yue Xiaofei raised a hand.
Xu Wenqiang shut off the valve, though he clearly wasn't done enjoying himself.
The sound of rushing liquid in the square gradually died away.
Ito Yūgorō lay sprawled on the ground, covered in filth.
Yue Xiaofei took a spotless white handkerchief from his coat, held it over his nose, and called to him from a distance.
"Ito, you old dog, how did you like your welcome feast?"
"You didn't come all the way to Modu just to get a free