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In the darkness, Rain's body was dragged roughly, one step, two steps, three steps...
His back slammed against the cold edge of the stairs, pain nearly causing him to lose consciousness, but he couldn't resist. His hands were bound behind him, and his legs had long since given out. He could only be dragged like a discarded corpse by Carter into an unknown abyss.
His body was covered in bruises and bloodstains; his shirt was torn, blood seeping through the fabric, mingling with dust and dirt. His breathing was rapid, each gasp accompanied by sharp pain in his chest, as if his ribs had shattered and were pressing against his lungs.
Rain wanted to know where he was being taken, but his eyes were nearly swollen shut, leaving only blurred shadows and the cold touch of the stairs beneath him. He could only sense the change in the air—
Damp, wild, carrying a primal scent from the wilderness.
This place felt nothing like an ordinary building or an abandoned warehouse; it resembled a cave, a den that swallowed light.
Rain's lips trembled as he tried to make a sound, but his throat was dry, and his voice was weak, like the fading embers of a dying fire.
"Please... stop..."
He whispered hoarsely, fear and pleading lacing his words.
"Carter... no, don't do this..."
Yet Carter did not respond.
He simply continued to drag Rain forward, his steps steady and merciless, as if executing some predetermined ritual.
Rain felt his body growing heavier; blood dripped from his wounds onto the ground, his heartbeat erratic, consciousness slowly fading. He knew he had reached the edge of life’s cliff, and Carter was the executioner ready to push him into the abyss.
Carter brought Rain to a small platform, each step deliberate and unyielding, carrying with it a sense of judgment.
Rain's body had long ceased to struggle. His head hung low, like a broken beast discarded after the hunt. Blood dripped from his chin, each drop seeping into the dust, silently merging with the desolate ruins around him.
"Bang—!"
Carter kicked the door in front of him without hesitation. The door slammed against the wall with a dull thud, sending up a cloud of dust.
Sunlight filtered through the gray clouds, piercing the dim space and falling onto Carter's eyes. The intense light momentarily blinded him, causing him to squint in pain.
Then he saw—
Another person.
Rein's Secretary.
He had been captured too.
The man was bound to a rusty metal chair, his hands tied behind his back, head drooping slightly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was covered in bruises. The blood at his temple had dried, indicating he had been there for some time.
But what was most terrifying was that a cloth was stuffed into his mouth, tightly clenched between his teeth, preventing him from uttering any coherent words—only muffled whimpers escaped him.
His eyes were filled with terror, pleading for help, overflowing with despair.
Rain struggled to lift his head. When he saw the Secretary, his pupils constricted sharply, and his lips trembled. It felt as if he had been struck hard on the head—
"No... no..."
His voice was hoarse and weak as he finally realized—this was not just a judgment against him alone.
Carter had captured not just the corrupt mayor, but the entire decaying regime.
Rain's consciousness was still shrouded in chaos, but instinct told him he needed to understand where he was.
He struggled to open his swollen, blurred eyes, his vision swaying as it scanned the surroundings. He was in a long-abandoned building, its walls mottled, steel rebar exposed, and the windows long shattered. The wind howled through the broken glass, bringing with it a wave of decay and dampness.
He tried to recall where this place was and quickly realized—this was the dilapidated commercial district in the northwest corner of the city.
Once, this had been a towering commercial building, a dreamt-of financial center. But now, like the entire city, it had been utterly abandoned by civil war, economic collapse, and the greed and incompetence of politicians, becoming a dead city, a forgotten ruin.
Just as he was beginning to ponder this further, Carter suddenly released his grip and tossed Rain onto the ground like garbage.
Thud!
His body slammed against the cold concrete floor, a sharp pain coursing through him like electricity, forcing a cry of anguish from his lips.
Ugh—!!
The pain made him curl up; it felt as if his ribs were cracking open and his insides were being violently shredded. His face pressed against the dust and rubble-strewn ground, he tasted the earthy mix of blood and dirt.
He tried to steady himself with trembling hands, but with every movement, the agony threatened to send him into unconsciousness.
And what about Carter?
Carter didn’t even spare him a glance.
He simply squatted down leisurely, pulled out a tripod from his backpack, and unfolded it with practiced ease. His movements were clean and swift, showing no signs of hesitation—as if this were merely a pre-arranged show.
Rain gasped, watching Carter's movements, his mind still reeling from the excruciating pain. But when he saw Carter pull out his phone and secure it to a tripod, a wave of terror even more intense than the pain surged through him.
Live Broadcast.
"No... no... no..." Rain muttered, trembling, his eyes flickering with despair and disbelief.
He had already guessed what Carter was about to do, and he knew this would be the last time he appeared on screen in his life.
Carter moved swiftly and decisively, his fingers gliding over the phone's screen as the Live Streaming Equipment powered up instantly, adjusting the camera to the perfect angle for the impending judgment.
The night wind poured in through the shattered window, carrying with it a musty smell and dust, as if the entire ruin held its breath, waiting for the violence and bloodshed that were about to unfold.
Then, Carter slowly removed his shirt.
The dim sunlight filtered through thick clouds, illuminating his muscular and scarred body. His muscle definition resembled that of a beast on the battlefield—powerful yet marked by countless scars carved by time.
But what was even more horrifying was his face—
His face was covered in strange lines and symbols, black paint winding across his skin like totems of some ancient ritual, as if he had transformed himself into a beast emerging from the depths of darkness.
He made no sound, showed no expression, not even a hint of emotion.
He simply extended his hand and grasped Rain from the ground as if lifting a tattered puppet.
Rain trembled all over, powerless to resist, allowing Carter to hoist him up like a piece of broken loot being dragged toward the stage of death.
"Wait... wait..."
The sound of Rain was weak and trembling, like a dying mouse trying to escape an impending hammer.
But Carter paid no attention. He casually grabbed a worn-out iron chair nearby and swung it, letting it crash heavily onto the ground, producing a piercing metallic clang.
Then, he forcefully pressed Rain down into the chair!
"Bang—!"
Rain's body was nearly slammed against the chair, pain coursing through him as he almost lost consciousness. His hands were still bound behind him, rendering him completely immobile. All he could do was sit helplessly, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the man before him, who resembled a malevolent spirit.
Suddenly, a slap came crashing down.
"Smack!!!"
The crisp and resounding sound echoed through the empty building as Rain's head jerked to the side. His cheek instantly swelled up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His vision blurred, and a ringing filled his ears; his consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse in that moment.
He gasped, his mouth slightly opening and closing but unable to produce any sound. Through his hazy vision, he looked at Carter, a wave of overwhelming fear surging within him.
This Live Broadcast would be a bloody trial, and he would be the sacrificial lamb.
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