Luna and Rose looked at each other and thought the sa thing:
If this is not the best advertiser to gather followers, then what is?
But Luna was wondering about sothing else, too:
Was he planning for this mont when he started giving so lines to read?
The little judge didn’t say anything until the excited crowd beca silent again.
"Let’s continue. After the three have been captured, Agent Morty ven interrogated them and discovered the organization's hideout. But because of the unknown number of criminals in there, this ti, Sect Master tead up with Manager Luna to ensure the success of the operation."
Everyone finally got the answer to this critical question: Is Luna a hidden expert or not?
It turned out she was, and now she was going to take action alongside this fake Sect Master.
Looking at the excited crowd, Lady Butterfly was speechless...
'This girl is a hidden expert? Why is she a mortal in my spiritual sense? First that kid, now her... Is spiritual sense outdated nowadays?'
Rose excitedly jumped to Luna’s side.
"Sister Luna, you hid yourself well, didn’t you!"
Luna was going to say she was just a normal innkeeper who had recently been promoted to headquarters manager, but suddenly, a group of fifteen black-robed n, chained together, appeared on the stage, scaring the crowd—and she was interrupted by their gasps of shock!
Luna herself wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t seen the fight at all, but by the number of rings that were dropped later on, she knew how many there were.
Once again, the big screen started showing another record.
The fake Sect Master, who was riding a tricycle with a big backpack on his back, arrived at the familiar black market area.
The cara angle changed, and everyone saw, at the back of this big backpack, the "hidden expert" Luna—rolled up in a sleeping bag and sleeping soundly...
Seeing the scene, Luna was happy because she knew people would realize she wasn’t so hidden expert.
But when she heard what they were saying to each other, she was lost for words...
"Look, Lady Luna doesn’t even need to be awake for the operation!"
"Yes, she’s just going to make her move if things go out of hand!"
"This arrogant fake Sect Master can only carry her on his back!"
"Yes, yes, she’s even stronger than him!"
A certain little judge was gritting his teeth now.
It was apparent he had intended to make fun of Luna, but things had turned out like this—and it had backfired...
But Luna was secretly crying inside, wondering how she could clear up this misunderstanding.
Even Lady Butterfly was questioning what was real and what was fake.
On the screen, the fake Sect Master parked his tricycle and slowly walked toward the staircase that led down to an underground place, with Luna still on his backpack.
At the end of the path was an iron door.
After placing the backpack down, he separated the crystal from it and brought it with him to the front of the door.
He even took out a badge with the words MBI (Mortal Bureau of Investigation) written on it.
It is evident that this little Sect Master was working on behalf of a certain organization right now!
While Luna was still sleeping soundly, he kicked the iron door and at the sa ti shouted:
"MBI, open up!"—holding his badge in one hand and the crystal in the other.
The record slowed down at this mont.
While people wondered what this MBI organization was, they saw the iron door—now with a little footprint on it—fly inside the underground place in slow motion.
Inside, a bunch of people, all in black, were sitting or standing at this mont, but it didn’t take long for their faces to twist in surprise at the sight of the flying door.
Everything was slow on the screen, and the audience could clearly see every single person inside the underground place arming themselves with different treasures.
At the sa ti, the fake Sect Master was walking slowly inside—but in this scene, his right hand wasn’t slow at all.
With a casual move, he threw the crystal into the center of the crowd.
Then, there was a blinding light and the sound of a BANG—both produced by the crystal.
Everything turned dark at this mont, and a familiar voice said:
"Divine Technique—Judgnt by Age."
After that, the audience could only hear people getting beaten up and the sound of bones breaking from different directions echoing in the darkness.
Lady Butterfly couldn’t even imagine how scary it was for a group of cultivators to fight soone they couldn’t detect with their spiritual sense in this situation.
And in this darkness, even the "see" option they had was gone.
Can he use Divine Techniques? What is Judgnt by Age? How does it work? Can we have live comntary on these records, please? Why aren’t these people running away?
Lady Butterfly sighed helplessly as everything beca more complicated.
The record ended when there was no sound anymore.
You could hear so people discussing among themselves:
"Hey, I bet Expert Luna made her move in the darkness."
"I agree. A real hidden expert never shows her true powers in front of others."
"Lady Luna is my role model from now on!"
"How do you think so many people couldn’t run? Boss Luna took them down at the door!"
Hearing them, a certain little Sect Master gritted his teeth even harder, and a certain forr innkeeper could only sweat profusely.
The little judge, now angry because he wasn’t the main character in this episode, could only vent his anger on the crowd.
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So he hit the tribune with his small hamr and said:
"All rise."
Everyone stood up.
Then he said:
"You can sit."
So they sat down.
"All rise."
Everyone—including Lady Butterfly, Rose, and the twenty criminals, who didn’t know why they couldn’t resist his order—beca confused.
What’s wrong with this judge? Why are we doing sit-ups?
Only Luna, who knew the truth, was well aware that he was angry now—and the crowd should pay the price for their ignorance in not understanding the "funny" part in the records and mistaking it for sothing else...
After twenty more sit-ups:
"You can sit."
And that was it.
Knowing it had finally ended, the crowd wiped their sweat and took a deep breath.
"Okay, it’s ti to end the trial. Everyone, pay attention to the pictures on the screen, please."
On the screen, twenty pictures appeared—showing the chained people from a ti when they were still "healthy."
These were their regular faces before being chained and tortured.
"Look at these faces. Let’s start with the first one at the top right. Whoever lost a loved one to him, raise your hand. We’ll do the sa for the rest of them, too."
After a mont of hesitation, they started raising their hands.
At this point, nobody dared to disobey this little judge.
The hall master and his son had the most complaints.
The little judge looked at the crowd through his black-frad glasses and wrote the number of people who raised their hands on a paper.
When they were done with all twenty of them, he threw the paper into the little cage on his backpack, and it went in.
"This is the result. Check it, combine it with the results of our own investigation, and send out the final verdict."
The whole crowd watched the magical cage on the screen. They didn’t know where that paper went, but they felt there would be justice when it ca out.
A minute later, another paper ca out and slowly landed on the tribune.
The Little Judge took a look and, after reading for so ti,
He turned pale, then he looked back and said,
"How am I supposed to read this verdict for them?
It's like the ending of a horror story for the villain!"
The cage only trembled a little, like it was saying,
'This is what it is. You are the judge, not .'
The Little Judge scratched his wig and turned to the crowd, who were waiting with anticipation.
"What's going to happen to them is so horrifying that I can't read it in front of the children here.
So just know that their ending is bad, terrible.
If anyone has a question, you can ask now."
An old lady raised her hand, and with his permission, she asked,
"Your Honor, where are you going to send them to execute their sentence?"
The crowd nodded.
What if they ran away and ca after them later?
The Little Judge answered as a matter of fact,
"Where else, if not Hell?"
The old lady didn't know where the 'Hell' he was referring to was, but she didn't dare to ask anything more.
A little girl in the front row suddenly raised her hand.
The Little Judge nodded at her and gave her permission to speak.
"Your Honor, are you and the Sect Master the sa people we saw?"
The whole place suddenly beca deadly silent.
The crowd's hearts almost stopped beating!
'What kind of question is that?'
'Who is this kid's mother? Control your child!'
Everyone expected the judge to get angry and start a massacre, but to their surprise, he calmly answered,
"Can't you see?
He has a mustache, and I don't.
His hair is black, mine is white!
How can we be the sa person?"
When the crowd heard him answer calmly, they sighed in relief, but a second later, the little girl gave them a heart attack with her next question.
"Your Honor, I think that mustache is fake!"
The elderly people were ready to faint again in self-defense.
And the rest, who were going to run, rembered him saying they would be on the stage if they ssed around, so they just left everything to fate.
But once again, the Little Judge didn't get angry.
"I'll tell him to let you test it when he cos back.
See for yourself if it's fake or not."
The little girl was going to raise her hand again, but
This ti, her mother took action and stopped her so everyone could take a breath.
After this, nobody else risked their life by asking questions.
What if he was angry at the little girl and took his anger out on them?
They saw it in those records—this little kid was always ready to choose violence, changing from a harmless-looking boy to a little monster.
At this mont, Rose walked to the stage and whispered in his ear,
"Your Honor, should we inform the Sect Master before implenting the verdict?
So of these guys are important people in the sect."
The Little Judge, with a helpless tone, said,
"I'm just a judge. How can I delay the verdict that cos from my cage, directly connected to Hell through my judge's hamr?"
Assistant Rose didn't know what to say.
'Is he for real, or is he joking?
Connected to what Hell?
Can you explain it in a way everyone understands?'
Nobody knew what he ant by Hell.
But before she could think of what to say next,
The Little Judge pushed her away and said,
"Go, go! The gate is coming up to take them away.
I need to say my finish line!"
Then he hurriedly raised his hands, knocked on the tribune with his small hamr, and declared:
"Accusations and evidence have been presented, and witnesses, as well as jurors, have expressed their opinions!"
Then he turned to the chained prisoners and said,
"You all will be sent to Hell to receive your punishnt!
The Hell Door can open now to take them in."
The crowd looked confused.
What Hell Door?
What is he talking about?
Lady Butterfly was really nervous now.
She didn't know why, but sothing kept telling her to run—
Leave everything and run as far as you can!
While the crowd thought all of this was just nonsense,
The ground under the stage suddenly started trembling!
It didn't take long before it even cracked open, and a five-ter-tall, two-ter-wide door slowly rose from the ground!
Everyone's eyes widened in shock, looking blankly at the Gate of Hell!
Was he for real?
Nobody could believe what they were seeing!
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the crowd,
The Little Judge went to the door and knocked.
An indifferent male voice ca from the other side:
"Who is it?"
Hearing the voice, everyone's hair stood on end for no reason!
It was as though their instincts were telling them that this voice was the last thing they wanted to hear after death!
But Judge Bredd, as fearless as ever, answered confidently:
"I am Judge Bredd. I have a verdict for these criminals.
Open up."
The crowd held its breath.
This kid showed no respect to the other party and spoke to him as if he were a door guard!
A little window opened on the Gate, and two fingers started stretching out.
Liquid lava dripped from them.
The mont these two fingers ca out, the temperature started to rise crazily!
Even Lady Butterfly felt she couldn't resist it for a second if the owner of the hand ca out himself, let alone the crowd of people, who thought they were going to dry up in a mont!
So she was the first one to react, retreating to a safe distance with Rose and Luna in hand!
But she felt the temperature was still increasing and decided to just run away, but she suddenly stopped and looked at her feet.
So tree roots were wrapped around them at so point without her noticing.
She was shocked at first, but a mont later cald down, as if understanding the reason.
The people, who had lost all hope and thought they were going to burn alive, suddenly heard the Little Judge shouting at the guard in anger!
"Take your hand back, you stupid guard!
Can't you see there are elderly people here?"
And they saw, on the big screen, the dignified Little Judge actually jumped up and, with the small hamr in his hand, smashed the two fingers back into the Gate's hatch.
Behind the door, a painful cry sounded, and it seed to be getting farther and farther away—as though the power behind the hamr strike was enough not only to push the fingers back but to send the other party flying to who knows where!
In the 'court,' n and won, old and young, were all wet from head to toe, sweating profusely.
Only the Little Judge was as before, as if the high temperature didn't have the slightest effect on him.
It didn't take long before the temperature started decreasing again.
But the shocked and scared crowd couldn't calm down at all.
'What are we witnessing?'
'Is this door really leading to Hell?'
'Was that guy behind it a Hell guard?'
Everyone’s mind was in chaos!
The Little Judge waited for so ti, but the person from the other side didn't co back.
He turned around to see if his assistant could give him so ideas on what to do.
But she was already far away, hiding behind her grandmother with Luna.
Around Lady Butterfly's legs, so tree roots were wrapped at this mont.
The Little Judge, disappointed in everyone, got closer to the door and said,
"Your guard left his post in a hurry—seems to have sothing urgent to take care of.
How about you open by yourself so I can send these criminals over to your side?"
He then showed the verdict to the door and continued:
"Look, even the verdict is ready. No need to worry.
Everything is legal."
But the door was acting like a door—unable to talk or react to what he was saying.
Seeing the door didn’t respond,
He got closer and knocked on the door.
"Do you hear ?"
On the screen, everyone could see that the knock wasn't usual at all—
After each one, there was a little dent on the door's surface that got deeper.
But again, the door didn’t respond.
Getting impatient, the Little Judge frowned and clenched his small fist, ready to punch this ti instead of knocking.
"Looks like you didn't hear knocking.
Let knock a little more complicated."
The mont he was ready to 'knock' once more,
The door, sensing extre danger, trembled a little and opened by itself.
The crowd looked at the interior curiously, even though scared,
But they didn’t see anything except darkness.
Only a warm wind blew past them.
The Little Judge took the chains of the criminals and threw them inside like a group of chickens.
At the end, he threw the verdict in.
"Okay, that's all of them.
Don't forget to give the verdict to the guard when he cos back from his business, and thank you for your cooperation."
A mont later, seeming to understand what it was told, the door slowly closed and sank into the ground obediently, and the ground rged as good as new...
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