Chapter 740: Scheming
"If it weren't for that bastard, how would we have fallen to such a state!" The young man, who had not dared to look directly at Mi La moments before, began his grumbling once he was out of her sight.
Mentioning that traitor made everyone grit their teeth in hatred. They had merely been organizing a hotpot gathering at a secret hideout when the informant reported them, leading to their complete capture.
"Don't mention him, it's infuriating."
"But I firmly believe our cause won't die prematurely because of this!"
...
Everyone encouraged each other, as if they weren't in immediate danger.
"You'd better worry about whether *you* will perish, you idiots!" Mi La's voice suddenly rang out beside them.
"!"
"!!"
Those who had been talking were now filled with shock and suspicion.
"This is the Geocentric Grand Prison! We can hear every word and see every movement made by every prisoner."
Unlike traditional prisons, most levels of the Geocentric Grand Prison had no concept of cells. The vast majority of prisoners were actually exiled to endless, desolate wildernesses.
Emptiness and boredom were the best descriptions of this world.
"I just received notification: in ten days, you will all be executed. And it will be a live broadcast execution across the entire Federation. So please, enjoy your last moments, hehehehe..."
A completely black bird, resembling a crow, suddenly appeared behind everyone without warning, speaking to them in a most unfriendly tone.
Its voice was somewhat similar to Mi La's, but not exactly the same.
The old-timers in the prison knew that it was best not to encounter this silly bird, because, nicknamed the "Funeral Chicken," it was actually the prison's death notification bird, specifically used to inform prisoners that their execution was imminent.
"Wait, executed?!"
"Didn't they say we were just going through the motions?!!"
...
The news from the death notification bird instantly sent some people into an uproar.
Many of them were merely drifters from the lowest strata of society. Had it not been for the two thousand Federation yuan promised daily by the masterminds behind the scenes, they would never have taken to the streets to cause trouble.
For these young people, who lacked education, skills, and connections, working hard for a month might only earn them five thousand Federation yuan, barely enough to sustain themselves with Federation welfare.
What's more, after a hundred years of technological advancement, many industries had already achieved automation and mechanization. Robots that worked 24/7, never went on strike, and didn't demand raises had replaced most of the people who complained even about "996" schedules.
"I knew something was off. Why would they pay so much for ordinary troublemaking? Turns out they were making us scapegoats!"
"What good is saying that now? Why didn't you say it when you were collecting your daily pay?"
"Two thousand yuan a day! All we had to do was hold signs and shout slogans, and they even delivered food and drinks on time. Only an idiot wouldn't do it."
...
"Hold on, what did you say? 'Just going through the motions'?"
"Yeah, not long after joining the organization, someone secretly told me the inside scoop. He said most of the people in the courts were on our side. Even if we got caught, it would just be a formality, a few days inside, and then a one thousand yuan fine to get out. The brothers who were caught before all came back in three days after paying one thousand for bail."
...
"No wonder Brother Zhou always charged to the front; you knew about this. Here I was, foolishly only daring to stay at the very back, afraid of being targeted."
While the others argued heatedly, two unassuming young girls watched them quietly from the side.
"Sister, do you think it can succeed this time?"
"No problem."
"Can we really get away unscathed?"
"They're using us, so why can't we use them in return?"
"I hope everything goes smoothly."
Also remaining silent was a young man. He wasn't flustered in the slightest, merely gazing up at the sky, as if a savior would descend from above.
...
"You'd better give me an explanation as to why my son was arrested and taken to the Geocentric Grand Prison."
On a distant noble's flag-vessel, an enraged young man "gently" gripped another man's throat, pinning him firmly against the wall.
The young man's appearance was striking, especially his eyebrows, which slanted upwards at a forty-five-degree angle, making him unforgettable at first sight.
The man whose throat was squeezed hung in the air, his face covered in blood, struggling desperately for air, yet unable to budge the hand before him in the slightest.
"I... I... I truly know nothing, my lord." The blood-soaked man finally managed to gasp enough air to complete a sentence.
"Then you can die." The young man spoke with nonchalance, as if casually stepping on an ant. R@AN0]BЕs
"No! Don't kill me! ...I... I heard that Qi Yun was the one who leaked the secret gathering point of the young masters to the Federation."
"And who is Qi Yun?" He thought back, not recalling ever hearing that name. He must have been a mere minion.
"Qi Yun was a newcomer who had just joined the organization. He performed very well in his previous two missions, so someone recommended him to work under the young masters. I never thought, never thought he..."
"Where is he?" The slanted-brow young man slightly loosened his grip, allowing the man a chance to breathe.
"Ever since he walked into District Eleven's Federation Security Bureau, I haven't heard any other news. He's very likely been transferred by the Federation."
...
"Get out." The hand gripping the man's throat slowly released.
"Yes." The man, disregardful of his bloodied state, actually squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head and rolled out the door like a ball.
The slanted-brow man frowned slightly, then waved his right hand, and the bloodstains on the ground automatically disappeared, as if his earlier rage had never existed.
"Qi Yun... Whose pawn is this one?" He sensed something amiss.
In recent years, the number of executions carried out by the Federation, though not literally countable on one's fingers, was certainly not many. Most serious criminals were exiled to desolate planets to be exploited as pioneers, and only a select few who were truly irredeemably wicked would be executed.
But normal executions were also not carried out publicly.
This time, however, the execution was unprecedentedly broadcast live. This made one ponder what kind of trickery was involved.
"But no matter who you are, daring to scheme against me has already sealed your fate of death." The slanted-brow young man lightly stomped on the ground, seemingly embedding all his displeasure into that single stomp.
After he left, a terrifying footprint over five meters deep remained on the ground.
The wrath of a True Immortal, capable of shattering the heavens and rending the earth.
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