In the office of the Special Supervision and Management Bureau, Long Que sat in a wheelchair rubbing his forehead, looking at the clock frozen at six-thirty in the evening, he sighed softly, "Alright, let's get ready to leave, it seems the High Priest won't respond to me today, we can only rely on ourselves."
Standing across the table were two assistants, a man and a woman.
The girl looked like a blooming young lass, beneath her hoodie a face adorned with makeup; even the black and white executioner's attire couldn't conceal her shapely figure, with seven knives strapped to her back.
The man was as burly and silent as a bear, carrying a heavy iron hammer with him.
The badges on their chests identified their roles.
Judge, Qiang Wei.
Judge, Damon.
"Boss, why is your popularity so bad?"
"Maybe it's because the boss sent the people from the Sacrificial Temple to prison."
"That still doesn't justify why everyone in the city avoids the boss."
