Lin Mo twirled the obsidian ring on his left ring finger, the switch to activate the "Eye of Judgment." A pale blue data stream appeared on his retina:
[Target A: Emily Dawson][Remaining Lifespan: 12 years 3 days][Physique Strength: 61][Mental Pollution: 68][Judgment Points: 69]
As he turned his gaze towards the other two slutty girls, the nose-pierced Latino girl suddenly clutched her eyes and screamed in agony. In their retinas lingered the fleeting golden patterns in the man's pupils; those designs were like the Eye of Judgment recorded in ancient religious texts.
"Thirty seconds," Lin Mo's voice carried the distinctive mumble of the West Coast, his right hand already reaching for the custom baton at his waist, "Kneel down and apologize to Catherine, or..." He kicked away the twisted iron door at his feet, revealing behind it a litter of broken surveillance cameras, "keep company with these electronic eyes."
