Chapter: 497

“We soldiers are only good at taking down enemy forces; torture devices aren’t our forte. It doesn’t matter, though. I know someone in the Ministry of Penalties that’s an expert in this. Once he’s here, this brat will beg for death!” The round–faced man bared his teeth in a savage grin.

“Oh? And who is this expert?” Jade’s eyes lit up.

“One of the Ministry of Penalties‘ two most powerful executioners, Bloodbeast!”

“Wait, you know him?” Jade gasped. She wasn’t a member of the authorities but had still heard of Bloodbeast.

Rumor had it that he murdered people without blinking an eye and loved drinking human blood. Throughout his career with the Ministry of Penalties, hundreds, if not thousands, of people had died at his hands. Each and every one of them had died horrible deaths after being subject to inhumane torture: anyone who found themselves in his hands truly wished for death. That was why most criminals chose to take their lives before landing in Bloodbeast’s hands–at least their deaths would be swift and painless.

“Torturing others is Bloodbeast’s favorite pastime, and he’s taken a particular liking for tormenting powerful martial artists because of how hard they are to kill. Someone like this brat is right up his alley!” The round- faced man’s eyes gleamed menacingly.

“This brat won’t stand a chance against Bloodbeast, no matter how impermeable he is! Provided you can get Bloodbeast to agree to this, of course.” Jade sneered. She wasn’t asking for much–all she wanted was for

Dustin to be subject to the most inhumane torture possible.

“I’ll contact him right now.” The round–faced man pulled out his phone and started punching in a number.

“Enjoy your final moments of peace, Rhys! Once Bloodbeast is here, you’ll be done for!” Jade looked at Dustin contemptuously. He’d talked about karma biting one in the ass, hadn’t he? She wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine!

Dustin couldn’t even be bothered to spare a glance. He shut his eyes, taking the chance to rest them.

“Jade, it’s far too hot, standing in the sun. Let’s go sit in the shade. The round–faced man led Jade over to the table after hanging up.

After a moment. Dustin suddenly said.

“Hey, I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?”

“Hungry, are you? Someone get him some refreshments!” The round–faced man smirked. Soon, a soldier placed some food and drinks by Dustin’s feet.

“How am I supposed to eat when I’m bound like this? Can you loosen them?” Dustin asked coolly.

The round–faced man burst into derisive laughter.

“Giving you some sustenance is the extent of my generosity; it’s not my problem if you can’t reach it. Since you’re so powerful, why don’t you try breaking free of the chains?”

“Are those chains enough to keep him bound? He’s a lot more powerful than he seems. What if he really breaks free?” Jade asked.

“Don’t worry. Our chains are all forged from darksteel and are designed to withstand any force. Not even an elephant would be able to break free, let alone a human. Now that he’s bound, he won’t be able to get away from them without the key!” the round–faced man said confidently. He’d seen his fair share of powerful martial artists; none of them had successfully broken free from the darksteel chains.

“Well, that’s good to know.” Jade sighed in relief. However, the words were barely out of her mouth when she heard the sound of the chains breaking. She whipped around to look at Dustin–he’d only stretched, but the chains already lay at his feet in pieces.

“What the fuck?” The round–faced man was so shocked that he dropped his pastry. Jade also looked dumbfounded. What happened to the chains being made of darksteel and able to withstand any force? How could Dustin have snapped them so easily? The round–faced man quickly returned to his senses and commanded, “Hurry up and circle him!”

At his command, the armed soldiers dashed over and surrounded Dustin. He looked unruffled, though.

“Relax, I just want to eat.” He plopped onto the floor and started eating the food placed there.

The round–faced man gaped at him. What the hell was this brat capable of? How could he be so relaxed when so many guns were aimed at him?