Chapter 1 He Was Cornered

He had previously led a team to attack the military headquarters, aiming to seize Xia Tan’s door, but the plan failed, as Xia Tan's door was not there at all.

So, in desperation, he had to turn his attention to Jiangcheng.

After all, ordinary doors could no longer meet his current needs, and Jiang Cheng had a guy called Wu inside him.

According to various intelligence reports, that guy had strong growth potential, but so far, he hadn't shown great strength. The Judge felt that he should be able to take him down without much difficulty.

"I just need to extract that door, it won't disrupt the Abyss Plan." The Judge's eyes were bloodshot. Recently, his luck had been terrible.

First, the judgment ceremony held at the Night Watcher headquarters was ruined by Xia Tan, who descended from the sky. Then, he failed to attack the military headquarters, and his face was slashed by Chen Ran in pursuit. Finally, the ambush at Hanjiang Ferry failed again, and he lost an arm to Chen Ran's father, Gong Zhe. If the Candle Holder hadn't found a red contract, he almost wouldn't have been able to save his life.

Repeated failures had greatly damaged his reputation among the Night Watchers. Now, some voices were reaching his ears that several major families were extremely dissatisfied with him and planned to jointly remove him from his position.

"These ungrateful bastards, one day I will personally deal with you all." Golden light radiated from the Judge's pupils, not concealing the ferocity on his face.

"Judge." A middle-aged man standing beside him hesitated to speak, "We have confirmed that Crimson No. 2 and No. 13 have also infiltrated. I'm worried…"

The middle-aged man swallowed the rest of his words, because he saw the Judge suddenly turn his head, staring at his face, "What's there to worry about? They are already having a hard time dealing with that thing, and we may have a chance to leave them all here."

The middle-aged man remembered the thing entrenched in this bar, and a look of fear appeared on his face. They had caused all this, so they knew how difficult the thing that triggered this A-level haunted incident was.

In order to make that guy even more insane, they even fed it many disciples, and finally detonated this A-level haunted incident.

If the situation here got out of control, perhaps even… even the Judge in front of him wouldn't be a match for that thing.

Thinking of this, the veins on the middle-aged man's forehead tightened.

But it was too late to say anything now.

How could the Judge not know what these people were thinking? He tried his best to restrain his imposing aura and made his face look a little softer, "Xianzong."

Hearing the Judge call his name, the middle-aged man woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly replied, "Judge, what are your orders?"

"Xianzong, don't worry, everything is under my control, and the reason I brought you here this time is also with some other thoughts in mind." The Judge looked at the middle-aged man with scrutiny in his eyes, "You have a good mind, but your aptitude is a bit lacking, which is why your position has never been promoted."

This was the middle-aged man's heartache, and he also understood that strength was what mattered among the Night Watchers, and his door was really indescribable, "Xianzong understands, I owe everything I have today to your promotion, Judge."

The Judge smiled, "But my promotion alone is not enough. You also know that your background is not good enough, so if you want to go higher, you must seize every opportunity." The Judge paused and continued, "Today, the reason I brought you here is to see if I can create an opportunity for you."

The middle-aged man's eyes became puzzled.

"What, don't understand yet?" The Judge's voice was coaxing, "Crimson No. 2's door… don't you have any thoughts about it? That's a very good door."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's breathing became rapid. The doors of the Crimson members were one in a million. If he could get his hands on one, then his say among the Night Watchers would also increase.

But after he calmed down, he felt a chill. Not to mention whether they could deal with the Crimson members, even if they really got Crimson No. 2's door, according to the ruthless mind of the Judge in front of him, would this door still be left for him?

Probably the moment he showed his desire, he would be silenced.

The enthusiasm in his mind gradually faded, and the middle-aged man replied calmly, "Judge, I think I'll pass this time. The Crimson's door is not something someone like me is fortunate enough to enjoy. I will lead my people and do my best to help you eliminate the rebels. I will rely on you to promote me more in the future."

"Why are you still talking so politely with me?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of the Judge's mouth.

The middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to look at him at all.

……

"What's going on?" Zhou Ze, who was closely following behind the two benefactors, was breathing heavily. They had turned around several times, but couldn't find the exit. Even the safe passage they had passed through before had disappeared.

No. 2 stretched out his finger and groped at the position where the safety door used to be. It was bare, without even a crack.

Knocking on the wall with his hand, it also made a very solid sound.

"We're trapped." A trace of unease appeared on No. 13's face, and most of this unease came from the unknown S-class.

He couldn't figure out where this guy came from. If he was a person sent by the Night Watchers, then he and No. 2 would die here today.

"We can't wait any longer, we must contact the outside." No. 13 urged. Although he knew that using a mobile phone was likely to trigger new unknown situations, the current situation couldn't get any worse. He could feel that a very terrible guy had already come in.

If that guy found them, No. 2 alone wouldn't be able to hold on, let alone him, who was a slag with a combat power of 5.

Calling such a high-risk event was naturally left to No. 2. No. 2 took out his mobile phone, thought for a moment, and instead of directly contacting Sir, he dialed No. 6.

This way, even if the other party could find them along the signal, No. 6 would be the one bearing the brunt, and he would definitely be able to hold on.

"Beep…"

"Beep…"

The phone rang twice and was connected. The other side didn't speak, and No. 2 didn't speak either. They just deadlocked like this. No. 2 couldn't help but sigh.

It seemed that asking for help by phone wouldn't work, which was also expected.

However, this time, No. 2 discovered some new situations.

"Scratch—"

"Scratch—"

The sound of scratching something came from the microphone, like fingernails scratching a very rough wall. This sound instinctively caused physiological discomfort, and what was even more terrifying was that he even heard the sound of fingernails breaking.

That sticky, bloody sound, mixed with the woman's low, resentful crying, floated erratically from all directions.