"It's over."
"We're done for."
"Completely screwed."
"Thoroughly played out."
"I won't be nailed to death on stage, will I...?"
"They won't even give me a chance to escape."
Surrounded by over a dozen of the gang's high-ranking members and walking onto the high platform, Chen Yu looked down at the "dark mass" of people below, feeling an urge to pee washing down from his pituitary gland into his bladder.
"Must be a lot of people, right?"
"This brokering gang, having so many followers..."
"They could really chop me into mincemeat for dumplings."
Through the reflection of a broken factory window, Chen Yu saw his title of "Useless Otaku" fading above his head. He even had his last words ready.
His current title wasn't just a title anymore.
It was the countdown to his doom!
Right now, hundreds of people in this factory were waiting for his title to change back to "Number One Murderer," so they could start living the high life with him.
