The staccato rhythm of gunfire abruptly ended, and a chilling quiet fell over the room, casting a ghostly pallor upon the gathering.
Miles was perched on a couch, a peculiar nonchalance written in the way he scrutinized the rest of the club mbers. Ye Juns corpse was slumped next to him, from which the putrid scent of death wafted. His head was disfigured, shredded by custom-made bullets from a handgun.
The execution was swift and rciless, a ghastly dance that lasted no longer than ten seconds.
And within those fleeting monts, Ye Jun wasnt afforded a chance for negotiation.
Do any of you wish to discuss rules further? Any seniors, perhaps? Miles inquired, injecting a strange sincerity into his voice, Ive always strived to be a good man. I hope you can provide with a chance to demonstrate that. I regret the recent events and trust you wont misinterpret my intentions. Im not inherently evil, and Im sure you all can relate to monts of impulsivity, right?
Were all young. Who hasnt made a few mistakes?
The blatant hypocrisy was startling. Having shot and killed without hesitation, yet aspiring to be good?
Apologies had boundaries, as did absurdity.
Apologizing after taking a life, what manner of atonent was that?
The remaining mbers grimaced, swallowing their words in anger.
Miles, the newcor, had shown an unflinching ferocity. His actions were swift and brutal, lacking any semblance of restraint against Ye Jun in light of being a fellow ghost tar.
In a situation of equal standing, respect and restraint were expected. Yet, he acted with reckless abandon.
Despite their reservations, no one dared to provoke this formidable newcor nad Miles. They werent even certain of Ye Juns fate.
If he was truly dead, his spirit would be unleashed an unwelco developnt.
Suddenly, Ye Juns body convulsed.
Hmm? Miles observed keenly.
Was he not entirely dead, or was the vengeful ghost on the brink of resurrection?
The body twitched incessantly, contorting grotesquely on the floor as the stench of decay intensified.
In re monts, the rate of decay suggested a death that occurred almost two weeks prior. It was a chilling sight, especially considering this sa body had been alive and conversing over drinks at the bar only monts ago.
If Ye Jun really is dead, itll cause chaos. How will you all manage the aftermath? Zhang Han expressed his unease from the sidelines.
An unforeseen death of a ghost tar and an escaped ghost was an unasked-for calamity.
Sure, plenty of ghost tars could handle it, but who would willingly employ such skills? Miles stole a glance at Zhang Han, then looked at Ye Jun, whose body was contorting in a grotesque dance. Fear was nowhere to be found on his face.
If he wasnt scared of the living, why should he fear the dead? Still, it was true that a ghost tar could be far more dangerous post-mortem.
Still moving? Lets see if you can squirm once Ive broken your limbs.
Miles eyes thinned as he lazily twirled the baton in his hand.
This was the second weapon he confiscated from Writing.
Without any compassion, he struck Ye Juns convulsing body with the golden baton.
Exerted with significant force, the blow imdiately flattened the corpse onto the ground, with half of an arm broken and the decaying flesh scattered about.
Keep moving, go on, move, Miles taunted, landing repeated strikes with the baton.
Whether the bodys spasms were due to his blows or another cause, it continued to writhe on the ground with the stench increasing.
Restless even in death. I wonder what kind of ghost lurks within your corpse, Miles gasped, persisting with his rciless beatdown.
His face bore a savage expression that, combined with a chilling indifference, made him appear like a demon erging from hell.
A terrifying sight indeed.
He was not only ruthless but also seed unhinged.
The others shared uneasy glances, signaling their relief that they didnt go provoke this Miles character and allowed Ye Jun to take the lead. Otherwise, the one to be beaten right now would be them.
anwhile, a young man frowned at the scene in a box on the second floor, This newcor, Miles, is lawless, brutal, and violent. Hes causing havoc shortly after his arrival. He needs to be stopped.
We cant touch him. Hes already proved his worth and attracted the higher-ups attention. Any hasty actions could bring about trouble, even for you, warned another figure beside him, their face hidden in shadows, revealing no hint of their gender.
Then all the more reason he must be eliminated. If his power continues to grow, where will that leave us? We need to set a precedent with him; otherwise, the newcors will throw this club into chaos. Can we even continue under these conditions?
Currently, its him setting the example, and were the ones on edge. Maintaining order requires power. As wild as Miles appears, he understands the rules, the shadowed figure remarked, Who, do you think, is the most terrifying kind of person?
The most terrifying are those who disregard the rules. Without rules, theres no control. The distinction between ghost tars and ghosts doesnt lie in the level of terror they inspire, but in the intangible constraints placed upon the tars. Even though they control malevolent spirits, their essence remains human. However, he, the figure glanced at Miles who was lashing the corpse below, Hes more akin to a ghost. Whats more, were completely ignorant of his capabilities.
The young man retorted, No matter how problematic, hes only controlling a single ghost after all.
At that mont, Miles paused to catch his breath after being exhausted from his relentless attack.
Then as he was about to resu, Ye Jun, supposedly lifeless, seized Miless foot with his nearly disfigured hand, pleading, Please, big brother, stop beating . Show so respect. Im a ghost, arent you even a little scared?
Hmm? Youre still alive? Miles seed surprised.
Im hanging by a thread, Ye Jun managed to say.
Miles scrutinized the disfigured body, Youre tenacious. Your heads bashed in, your bodys mutilated, yet youre still conscious. I thought your ghost was about to erge. I was kind of looking forward to it.
Well, since youre not dead, thats good news. Lets get back to discussing the rules of this place.
Right then, Ye Jun wished he was dead.
Not only had he inappropriately used his ghost power once, but hed also managed to upset this lunatic.
This guy hadnt even inquired about his ghost seal, demonstrating zero fear.
There was no intimidating this Miles.
Can we can we avoid that topic? Ye Jun pleaded.
If youre not willing to talk, then its my turn. Ill continue outlining my rules to you. Dont worry, Im a good guy, I wont take advantage of you, Miles said, examining the baton in his hand with stern determination.
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