Chapter 138: Jailbreak Squad, Disband!

Above the Shattered Lake.

Its over! Kenmen shouted loudly, The judgement is over, lets go back!

Except for Andrei, who was still in a daze, the other six couldnt wait to return to the prison for reform, looking eagerly at Ashe. However, Ashe still held the Register of Sinners and calmly looked at them without any action.

Everyone panickedwas this jailbreaker planning to obliterate them all?

Suddenly, the sound of a turbine engine came from the distance. Everyone turned their heads to see a speedboat breaking the waves on the blood-red lake surface. Although they couldnt see the people on the boat, they could guess with their toenails that it was not a middle-aged man who came to fish at night, but the Blood Mad Hunter from the Heresy Court!

Seeing that someone finally came to stop the jailbreakers reckless actions, everyone was not happy, but even more panicked!

No, please, not this kind of rescue after the judgement has ended!

Originally, the jailbreaker might have been considering whether or not to spare their lives. Now, scared by the Heresy Court, wouldnt he cruelly kill them on the spot to provoke the Blood Moon Realm?

Now they had no hope for the rationality of Ashe, the jailbreakerany sane person would have escaped from jail obediently, instead of holding a jailbreak trial himself, putting the mayor on the defendants seat, and luring everyone to express the dark side that the glory of the Blood Moon Realm could not illuminate!

In their view, Ashe Heath no longer intended to live, he just wanted to turn his own funeral into a circus performance and plan a magnificent ending for himself!

But if you want to become fireworks yourself, do it on your own, dont drag us to see the Blood Moon Supreme!

Seeing the speedboat in the distance, Ashe also made some moves. He closed the Register of Sinners and reached into the pocket of his trench coat.

With a distant sword cry, a line of blood split the shattered lake, cut through the night sky, crossed the long distance, and pierced Ashes chest from afar!

This bloodline seemed solid, and with a strong pull, the person was pulled from the speedboat to the rooftop!

Looking at the figure that fell on the rooftop, the death row inmates were immediately reassured.

It was Blood Mad Hunter Gerard, a Tri-Wing Sanctuary Sorcerer!

With him here, this mere jailbreaker was definitely

Eh? Kenmen asked in surprise, Where is he?

Andrei finally recovered from the death of his political opponent. He turned his head to look at the rooftop and found that only Gerard was there.

The host Ashe Heath, who brought them together and planned this possibly highest-rated Blood Moon Tribunal side story in history, was nowhere to be seen.

He couldnt have disappeared right before a Tri-wing Artisan, could he?

And Gerard clearly hit him just now, where did he go?

Even if hes dead, there should be a body left, unless

Substitute Spirit.

Gerard squatted down, ignoring the crucial Register of Sinners, and picked up something similar to a pen, lightly pressing the mechanism inside.

Ashes voice came from it: Youre right, so I didnt really want you to confess illegal facts, but I hoped you would reveal Fernand Snows legal illegal actions

A voice recorder, a regular item for most citizens in the Blood Moon Realm, is specifically used to record others words and deeds. If discriminatory or criminal behavior is recorded, it can be anonymously reported to the Heresy Court. The Heresy Court provides cash rewards to citizens who help maintain public order and can also improve their own citizen credit level.

Gerard stared at the pens on the ground. He was well aware that the Heresy Court had been played all of Ashes statements in the live broadcast came from these recording pens!

The Heresy Court members never considered the possibility that Ashe in the live room could be fake. After all, creating a true clone capable of independent thinking, actions, and speech would require a Miracle of at least the third tier. Gerard had rushed here by speedboat himself, eager to arrest the chief culprit as soon as possible.

Yes, even though he had no evidence at the moment, Gerard was convinced in his heart that the mastermind behind the jailbreak could only be the Four Pillars God Cult Leader, Ashe Heath!

Suddenly, Gerard noticed one of the pens had a butterfly bow tied around it. He picked it up and pressed play to hear a cacophony of voices:

Huh? Why did you stop talking, Igor? You were so enthusiastic just now. How about the story where Gerard got kicked out of the research institute for peeping on a legendary Sorcerer taking a bath, or the one where Gerard spent a ton of money helping impoverished girls, or the one about Gerard being a shared plug for several Bewitchers Can you talk more about these? I love these legendary tales.

Ah, if the famous Trickster Igor Bukin wont talk, then its my turn to leave a message. Hi, Gerard Wessminster. This is Innocent Ashe Heath. Although Id like to advise you not to come after me, I guess you wouldnt take advice thats hard to hear. So all I can do is ask you to go after them first.

Igor Bukin, Archibald Harvey, Langna Qios, Ronat Wade, they are all big villains with grave sins. Could you arrest them first? Let me live in fear for a few more days as punishment, is that okay?

Dont get me wrong, Gerard. Im not trying to provoke you. I genuinely consider you a friend. So, I wanted to leave a message to thank you.

After all, if you hadnt let me go that night, how could I have escaped tonight? Thank you, Gerard. Youre my hero.

Gerard crushed the pen in his hand, ignoring the mournful glances of the condemned prisoners on the pillars. He turned to gaze at the edge of the lake. As the clouds floated by, obscuring the moonlight, the world was plunged into darkness, yet the eyes of the sacred bloodline remained as bright as fire.

Ashe, even if you want to say thank you, you could at least do it in person. This lacks sincerity, doesnt it?

In Caimon City, Pearl District, at a construction site, five men dressed in prison guard uniforms walked to the top of an unfinished building, overlooking the neon-lit city in the distance.

The Pearl District, also known as the Pig District, was similar to the Wheat District, also known as the Lower District. Both were places where the lower-class residents of Caimon City lived.

The difference was, the Lower District had been the lower district for hundreds of years. While it was poor, it was lively and organized. In contrast, the Pig District was a newly planned area that appeared only twenty years ago. Due to certain political issues, development had been stalled, and they couldnt even afford to pay the Earth Art construction team to finish the buildings. A once promising future commercial district had turned into a large-scale cesspool for bandits, vagrants, and criminals.

Suddenly, all five felt a lightness in their souls as if some kind of constraint had lifted.

Fernand Snow is dead, Harvey, our contract with you is over, Langna declared.

Harvey nodded, sincerely saying, Thank you.

Its strange. We dont have a Chip, and we didnt see how Fernand Snow died. How did we automatically complete the contract? Ashe wondered. Could it be that the Virtual Realm helps us judge the progress of the contract, and as soon as it noticed Fernand Snows death, it immediately processed this contract?

Thats why every industry needs a contract master, Igor laughed. In most cases, the Virtual Realm is the fairest judge. Since we succeeded, it means that Ashe really hosted a Blood Moon Tribunal using just those few recordings How did you do it?

Isnt it obvious?

Simple? How can you predict what others will say?

You can tell youve never given a business presentation. Guiding others to ask the questions you need answered is a vital skill in the workplace, its all about promotion and pay rise. Ashe spread his hands, When youve been beaten up by clients enough times, you naturally prepare several contingency plans to ensure foolproof.

Although Igor was skeptical, he couldnt say anythingafter all, he was in charge of one-on-one direct sales, while Ashe was a cult leader who handled mass marketing. In this aspect, Ashe indeed had more say.

Ronat clapped his hands to draw everyones attention, Everyone, since Harveys contract has ended, and we have successfully escaped prison, and arrived at the edge of Caimon City. The city is on our right, and the suburbs on our left.

So, its time to disband, right?

Langna, Igor, Harvey and others happily nodded. Ashe, filled with emotion, said, Im truly grateful for everyones strong support. Its because of this we were able to pull off this near-absurd plan. This merit, this honor, belongs to each and every one of us!

He put his finger into his mouth, I, Ashe Heath, will never forget each of you

Boom!

Crash!

Snap!

Ashe pulled out Honeyed Words, Dagger in Heart from his mouth, quickly retreated and raised Sword Aegis, pointing his sword at Langna. His sword heart pierced towards the bald man like a flying spear;

Langna turned into a werewolf and pounced on Harvey. The darkness became his servant, sweeping over like a vast tide;

With a wave of his hands, Harvey shot out three grey-black energy spikes, each aimed at Igor, Langna, and Ronat;

Ronat spread his hands and a handful of Steel Beads hung in the air. In a split second, they accelerated to the speed of cutting through the air and breaking the sound barrier, targeting the Trickster;

Igor let out a Mind Shriek on the spot. The ripples of vibration acted like armor, neutralizing other effects and flying objects. The piercing sound caused several cracks in this unfinished building!

Since the team was disbanding, they became enemies!

Did anyone think that escaping prison together would make them bosom buddies? Surely not?

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