Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 54: The So-called "Sacrifice" of the Mysterious Organization
"Boom."
"Rumble."
The deep roar of an engine, like that of a beast, echoed as the Land Rover Defender gradually disappeared down the road.
At this moment, not far from where Lin Yuan and his group had just absorbed the Ghost Qi, a graceful figure in a black robe flashed by.
It was the woman codenamed "Prajna."
The leader of the Black-Faced Ghost Squad, she was instructed to support the Night Traveler.
When she arrived, she happened to witness Lin Yuan battling twenty to thirty Tier Eight Evil Spirits, consecutively slaying the powerful evil spirits, the Mud Man, Snow Corpse, and Black Cat, who were all a step away from Tier Seven.
After that, the Night Traveler, instead of escaping, actually lingered around soaking up the Ghost Qi.
Seeing this scene, Prajna was very envious!
Unfortunately, with the Night Traveler not leaving, it was inconvenient for her to approach.
So she found a spot where she could observe conveniently and prepared to assist the Night Traveler at any moment.
In the end, when the Night Traveler was about to flee, the tattoos summoned by that man pulled him out directly from the shadow state, and he was captured alive.
Prajna, who observed the entire process, didn’t dare make any rash moves.
She was there to assist the Night Traveler, not to sacrifice herself.
The man before her displayed combat prowess that could easily wipe out their entire squad.
Knowing the impossible and still trying is foolishness.
Prajna didn’t dare reveal herself to assist and just watched as Lin Yuan captured the Night Traveler alive.
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Peng City.
Huaihai Hall Cinema.
This was an old cinema, but it had already closed down years ago due to poor management before the strange invasion.
With little human presence around, it was used by this mysterious squad as a temporary base.
The head of the mysterious squad had told Prajna to rendezvous at the old place when she was assigned to assist the Night Traveler.
The "old place" referred to here.
At this time, all the other black-clad men were in the abandoned screening room.
Only Prajna and the Night Traveler had yet to arrive.
"Clack."
"Clack, clack."
The sound of footsteps echoed as someone approached from outside.
"Boss, Night Traveler and Prajna are back!" The brawny man codenamed "Giant Spirit" said in a muffled voice.
The footsteps grew closer, but it was only Prajna who entered the abandoned screening room.
The leading black-clad man’s brows furrowed, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart as he asked in a deep voice, "Prajna, why are you back alone?"
"Where’s Night Traveler?"
Prajna was taken aback and replied with a slightly solemn tone, "He can’t come back."
"Night Traveler is dead?" The leading black-clad man asked, his tone heavy.
Night Traveler is dead?
Hearing the question, the other black-clad men looked at Prajna in unison, seeking an answer.
Among them was a petite and fragile-looking black-clad figure whose body seemed to tremble slightly at that moment.
"No!" Prajna shook her head and replied, "He was captured alive."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the black-clad men present changed drastically.
Captured alive?
Might as well be dead!
This squad was specifically tasked with doing the organization’s dirty and tiresome work.
Their activities of hunting Life Pattern Masters and skinning humans must never be exposed.
Night Traveler knew many organizational secrets, and being captured alive was the worst possible news.
"Prajna, are you useless?"
"Boss told you to assist, and you let Night Traveler get captured alive?" Giant Spirit’s booming voice resounded, tinged with anger.
Prajna rolled her eyes at Giant Spirit and retorted, "If you’re that capable, why don’t you go?"
"You muscle-brained oaf."
After snapping at Giant Spirit, Prajna ignored his rage and turned to the leading black-clad man, saying, "Boss, that man is incredibly strong! Incredibly strong!"
"Even if our entire squad combined forces, we wouldn’t stand a chance against him."
With that, Prajna recounted everything she saw, like spilling beans from a bamboo tube, to the people present.
After listening to Prajna’s account, the leading black-clad man’s face turned ashen, beyond words to describe.
"You say he alone killed twenty to thirty Tier Eight Evil Spirits?"
"He shattered Night Traveler’s fusion with the night in one move?" The man codenamed "Diting" spoke with disbelief in his voice.
"Do I need to lie to you?" Prajna retorted.
This...
They are all teammates; Prajna indeed had no reason to lie.
At this moment, the leading black-clad man interrupted their conversation, speaking in a cold, silent tone, "Let’s vote!"
"Captain!" At this moment, the most petite and fragile black-clad figure among them rushed forward, pleading, "Captain, no! Don’t vote."
"Save him, I beg you, save him."
The leading black-clad man shook his head and said in a gravely serious tone, "Day Traveler, I know you have a special relationship with Night Traveler."
"But business is business, and personal feelings can’t interfere."
"You heard what Prajna said; it’s not that I don’t want to save him, but our whole team together is no match for that man."
"Do you want our entire team to be buried alongside him?"
The frail, petite black-clad figure stood there, speechless for a long time.
Just as the captain was about to let everyone vote again, the frail, petite black-clad figure seemed to think of something and spoke up again, "Captain, we can ask for help from above and have them send experts down!"
"Day Traveler, don’t be ridiculous!"
"You know that the higher-ups won’t send experts down to save Night Traveler."
"Whoever gets captured faces the same outcome, including myself—no exceptions!" The leading black-clad man’s voice carried anger.
After being reprimanded by the leading black-clad man, the frail, petite figure dared not retort, trembling uncontrollably where they stood.
The woman known as "Day Traveler" seemed to be sobbing.
Clearly, her relationship with Night Traveler was far from ordinary.
"Vote!" The leading black-clad man said coldly, "Raise your hand if you agree Night Traveler should make a sacrifice for the organization."
What do they mean by sacrificing for the organization?
It means letting Night Traveler die!
As soon as the leading black-clad man finished speaking, six hands, including his own, shot up in unison.
Only the frail, petite black-clad figure didn’t raise theirs; the others, a unanimous decision.
The voluptuous and graceful Prajna walked up to the frail, petite Day Traveler, and with veiled hostility, mocked, "Day Traveler, what do you mean by this?"
"The boss wants you to vote!"
Prajna looked down at Day Traveler with a stance that clearly displayed workplace bullying, akin to seasoned professionals oppressing novices.
"Enough!" The leading black-clad man interrupted Prajna, speaking in a deep voice, "If she doesn’t want to vote, we’ll consider it an abstention."
"Six votes in favor, one abstention, Night Traveler must make a sacrifice for the organization."
Sacrifice means killing Night Traveler.
To deliver the final blow to a teammate, such a move belongs to an extremely evil organization!
