Chapter 262: Chapter 266: Interstellar Female Anchor (13)
The original owner had been like a weak and defenseless bunny stumbling into a pride of fierce cheetahs—apart from being torn to pieces and devoured, it was hard to imagine any other possibility.
Having been here for quite so ti, Yan Xuan certainly knew this prison much better than Su Li did.
He stared at Su Li’s retreating figure for a good while, hesitated, and then finally mustered up the words, “Not many good people on this level, you be careful.”
As soon as he spoke, the weight on Yan Xuan’s heart lifted slightly—it was his way of repaying the man for leading him out of confinent.
Su Li couldn’t help but chuckle at the awkwardness—it was as if he had suddenly beco a pampered fat great-grandchild, doted upon and held close.
This kid was truly pure-hearted, enduring such monuntal upheavals and adversities without letting darkness seep into his soul.
He didn’t appear gloomy from his experiences, his heart still harbored a sliver of goodness.
That was nice, really nice.
The inmates on the fiftieth floor had just been clamoring for a woman, but it wasn’t long before they witnessed the original owner who’d caused a sensation on the sixty-eighth floor.
Their wolfish eyes glead with a greenish light as they howled and hooted.
Vulgar jokes followed one after another—for n locked away for years, the re sight of any female, even a sow, could send them into overdrive.
But their excitent was about to be short-lived.
As Su Li set foot outside the elevator, the cell door closest to her swung open.
Inside was a man with a scar on his head, muscles bulging under his skin, looking like trouble waiting to happen.
The cell door opened before him, and it took a mont for him to react. Once his foot was fully outside and the familiar chanical voice didn’t co from the loudspeakers, he beca excited.
The Scarred Man wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and charged at Su Li with a ferocious grin.
“Ha ha, such a pretty lady—I’ve never seen one before.”
Seeing the Scarred Man released, neighboring cells banged on the bars in dissatisfaction, tossing out toilet paper, “We want out too…”
The instant the Scarred Man’s cell opened, Yan Xuan nervously drew his knife, holding it in hand before standing in front of Su Li.
His protective instinct made Su Li laugh again.
Realizing, Yan Xuan was taken aback—he’d almost forgotten that the other was a Superpower User. It wasn’t his place to protect her.
“Kill her, kill her…” The chants around them grew louder as they anticipated the bloody, thrilling spectacle that was to co.
“Shit, that bastard got the jump… Scar, go easy, man, don’t break her in one go. Leave so for the rest of us!”
Su Li’s face was as impassive as if it were covered in ice. Clapping her hands, she rolled her neck without opting to use her spiritual power for a direct attack, and instead, she swung her fists and charged straight at the Scarred Man.
The onlookers burst into laughter at Su Li’s actions.
However, the scene that unfolded was contrary to their expectations.
The Scarred Man thought he could easily snap the slender palm reaching for him, but what appeared to be a feeble punch knocked him out cold.
With a single punch, Su Li sent him flying back into the wide-open cell.
Before the Scarred Man could even get back up, a chaotic flurry of fists, like a shower of raindrops, pumled down upon him.
He couldn’t even get up, thoroughly beaten down by Su Li.
At first, the screams of pain from Scarred Man could be heard, but gradually the sound faded away, until there was silence.
Su Li shook her delicate hand, her red lips parting slightly, “Trash.”
When she turned around, she snatched the knife from Yan Xuan’s hand, threw it behind her, and hit the target squarely, stabbing right into Scarred Man’s crotch. A pool of blood quickly spread beneath him.
Even so, the man on the ground didn’t make a sound.
Yan Xuan slowly approached and checked the artery on Scarred Man’s neck, then whispered, “He’s dead.”
Su Li was carefully wiping each finger with her exquisite handkerchief. Hearing the news, she only responded indifferently, “Dead is dead then.”
The prisoners who had witnessed the entire event were silent, their eyes wide in disbelief that the fiercest Scarred Man of this level had been so easily killed.
He was beaten to death live.
Scarred Man was the first, but definitely not the last. Su Li wouldn’t let go of any of the ugly faces from the original owner’s mory.
Next, the door to the second cell opened.
This ti, the person inside wasn’t in a rush to co out, but that didn’t stop Su Li from dealing with the filth inside.
After venting, she didn’t lay her hands on anyone directly anymore. With just a thought, the victim was grabbed by a pair of invisible hands around the neck, dragged into the air, and in the end, even as they wet themselves, they couldn’t escape the taste of death.
One by one, every ti a cell door opened, a disgusting face from the original owner’s mory was reaped away.
Panic and fear swiftly spread on the fiftieth floor, as many prisoners wept and kowtowed on the ground, begging for rcy from Su Li, but it did nothing to halt her steps.
Later on, seeing that Su Li was unmoved, more people cursed heaven and earth, hurling all kinds of obscenities at Su Li; so shouted loudly, hoping to draw the attention of the prison guards above.
But they had forgotten, from the sixty-eighth floor and up, the disturbance has never been small, no matter how much commotion there was, the prison guards were as good as dead. Those who were more observant might even guess that Su Li could control the prison.
Many clever people were horrified to realize, could it be that the entire prison was under the control of the Rashamon before them?
Otherwise, how could they allow soone to wreak such havoc inside?
There weren’t many left alive on the fiftieth floor after her killing spree.
Each ti they saw the doors of the surveillance rooms in front of them open automatically, it wasn’t joy or the impulse to flee they felt, but profound fear, shrinking back into the corners, praying for rcy from the witch.
Su Li thus snuffed out all the faces from the original owner’s mory that had humiliated her, leaving the others alone.
The entire space was perated with a terrible stench.
The various troubling sounds emanating from the fiftieth floor unsettled the people on the floors below.
It was like waiting anxiously for the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
Su Li said, “The task is complete, let’s head upstairs now.”
Although the remaining people had blood on their hands, Su Li didn’t consider herself a Judger. She only needed to send those who had once brought despair and pain to the original owner down to Hell.
Those on the fiftieth floor who were closing their eyes and waiting for their fate suddenly found that the terrifying woman had turned and left. Overco by a feeling of relief at having escaped disaster, they collapsed to the ground, drained.
Su Li wouldn’t bother the others, nor would she let them out; since they were prisoners, they should look the part.
Many gang leaders across several floors were still unaware that they were about to face a difficult reformation.
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