The frenzied ma.s.ses were dispersed by the saber-wielding soldiers, revealing a few dead bodies that were nothing more than mangled ma.s.ses of flesh and blood. In particular, Warrick"s body was completely unrecognizable. In fact, it had been reduced to such a state that it was impossible to identify it as a human body at all.Blood stained everyone"s hands and clothes, and there were still rocks firmly held in all of their hands.
Even after being forced back by the soldiers, the residents didn"t back away very far.
They looked at the bodies on the ground, the saber-wielding soldier"s, and the fat middle-aged man in silence. That man was Governor Woodrow.
"M-my Warrick!" Woodrow strode forward, and even though he couldn"t identify the corpse on the ground, he could still recognize the golden bloodstained robes and the knight badge that had been stomped into the ground. His face immediately paled, and the rolls of fat on his body trembled as his outstretched hands faltered in mid-air. He took a few deep breaths, and his face was slowly twisted with rage as he glowered at everyone around him. He gritted his teeth, and roared, "Who?! Who killed my Warrick?!"
The bloodstained people around him continued to look at him in silence. However, they were not fearful on this occasion, and they didn"t even put down the rocks in their hands.
Deathly silence ensued.
Mag looked at the obese Woodrow, and deduced that he was most likely Warrick"s backer. He was likely the one who had supported Warrick, allowing him to commit all those heinous crimes.
As for whether he benefited from Warrick"s crimes, that was something that Mag didn"t know. However, the people that had perished and been oppressed because of him were no less than those that had fallen victim to Warrick.
He wasn"t the one committing the crimes, but he was the true mastermind.
"It was me!" Just as Mag was about to step forward, the old man from before looked at Woodrow with gritted teeth, and roared, "I killed him, and I ate one of his ears! It"s in my stomach right now; do you want to slice me open to have a look?"
Woodrow"s lips quivered at the sight of the bloodstained old man with traces of raw flesh between his teeth, and he roared, "How can an old b.a.s.t.a.r.d like you be able to kill Warrick?! But you dare to eat one of his ears? Capture him at once, slice off his ears, and send him to the Bastie Prison!"
"I worked in the mines for my entire life, and my two sons died there three years ago. Our family gave everything to Chaos City"s crystal mines, but this filthy low-life raped my daughter-in-law and even my six-year-old granddaughter! My daughter-in-law killed my granddaughter and hung herself! Where"s the justice?! I"ve lived until this day just so I can have a chance to kill Warrick with my own two hands! I want to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and chew his bones into dust!" The old man glowered at Woodrow with bloodshot eyes, and pointed at him as he roared with all his might, "Governor? You"re just a piece of sh*t! You"re going to suffer retribution for what you"ve done!"
"Capture him and make him shut up!" Woodrow was trembling with rage as two of his soldiers stepped forward with sabers in hand.
"I"ll be waiting for you down below! Warrick is dead, and you"re going to die too! I"ll be waiting for you!" The old man took one last glance at Mag before ramming his head against a wall, upon which he abruptly fell dead.
Woodrow stared at the old man"s dead body, and he instinctively took a couple of steps backward. The hair on the back of his neck stood on ends as the old man"s parting words reverberated in his mind.
Warrick was death, and he was next?
A hint of panic welled up in his heart.
Woodrow forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart before glowering at the people gathered around him. "Who killed Warrick?! If you"re going to hide the culprit, then I"ll lock all of you up in the Bastie Prison! You"ll be tortured there for the rest of your lives!"
"It was me! He took my little sister away, and I found her in a lake three days later. She seemed to be really cold, but she couldn"t even speak to me. I buried her, and then I killed him!" A young boy who was as thin as a beanpole stepped forward. He only appeared to be around 11 or 12 years of age, but his calm and cold expression belied his age.
"It was me! I gouged out his eyes, just like how he had gouged out my mother"s eyes…"
One person after another stepped forward, all of them clambering to take responsibility for killing Warrick.
Looks like I shouldn"t have let him die such a quick and painless death. Mag looked at the body of the old man on the ground, and sighed internally as rage welled up in his heart.
He knew that even in Chaos City, there was a dark underbelly. Even in a modern society with law enforcement, there were always places that light couldn"t s.h.i.+ne upon, and this city was no exception.
However, he had never imagined that such atrocities were taking place so close to him. This residential area wasn"t even all that far away from the grandeur of the Aden Square, but in comparison, it was like a living h.e.l.l.
The sc.u.m that he had just killed and the ones that were backing him really did deserve to die.
Woodrow looked at all of the people walking toward him, and he discovered that the vulnerable black rats seemed to have all gone insane. They didn"t even appear to fear death anymore.
Right at that moment, a thin young man standing next to Woodrow pointed at Mag, and yelled, "Governor, it was him! He must have been the one who killed Master Warrick! No matter how many of these black rats there are, there"s no way that they could be a match for Master Warrick! Otherwise, they wouldn"t have waited until today to attack him."
Woodrow immediately turned to Mag, upon which a surprised expression appeared on his face. That man clearly didn"t belong to this place, and it was very likely that he was the culprit behind Warrick"s death. With that in mind, he waved a hand, and commanded, "Detain him at once!"
"He was the one who challenged me, and was killed during our duel. According to Chaos City laws, you don"t have the right to detain me." Mag looked at Woodrow calmly, and said, "Besides, you should be worrying about yourself. After committing so many heinous crimes, I"m sure you"ll die an even more terrible death than him."
Woodrow looked at Mag, and suddenly burst into raucous laughter. He laughed until tears welled up in his eyes, upon which his smile receded, and he pointed at the mangled body on the ground with gritted teeth as he said, "I have no son, and Warrick has been under my care ever since he was five years old. I"ve raised him like a son, and he was going to inherit everything I own. But you killed him, and you even mutilated his corpse to such an extent. I"m going to kill you and feed that little girl to dogs! I"m going to make you suffer the pain that you"ve put me through! All of these black rats will be locked up in the Bastie Prison for life! In this place, I am the king! No one can go against my wishes! Who the h.e.l.l do you think you are?"