Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 354: Lanchi's Ultimate Insult - Novel Cool

Chapter 354: Lanchi's Ultimate Insult

Chapter 354: Lanchi's Ultimate Insult

In the snowy province of Qinshenton City, few had the opportunity to witness the true face of the underground prison hidden beneath the bustling city-state.

Those unfortunate souls who were captured and thrown into its depths rarely saw the light of day again before their "reeducation" was complete.

With the recent increase in criminal activity in the snowy province, the prison's security and facilities had been continually expanding. Thanks to its profitable operations, it had attracted significant investments, and at this rate, there were even talks of listing it on the imperial capital's securities exchange center by next year.

At the lowest level of the prison, a spacious stone platform extended outward, surrounded by tall stone walls that created a semi-open space. Dim lights cast a gloomy halo on the surrounding walls, with shifting shadows adding an air of mystery and chill to the place.

Guards stood vigilant around the platform, hand-picked elite guards whose loyalty and strength were unquestionable in Xia's eyes.

Anello had been escorted all the way from Bonn City to Qinshenton, deep underground, with a black cloth bag covering his head, obscuring his vision of the surroundings as the elite guards kept him firmly in their control.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew colder, carrying the musty smell of damp iron walls. The only sounds were the deep, steady drips of water and the distant howling of the wind, devoid of the usual raucous shouts of prisoners, as if this were a separate, forbidden zone isolated from the rest of the prison.

Finally, they halted in front of a spacious and chilly cell.

The interior of this solitary cell was peculiar, with several sturdy iron chains hanging from the center, connected to metal rings. These chains were equipped with shackles and locks designed to secure a prisoner's limbs.

Additionally, there was a door on the side of the cell, leading to an unknown location.

Xia gave the order, and several elite guards swiftly lifted Anello, securing his limbs with the iron chains. They then activated a mechanism that slowly hoisted Anello into the air, leaving only his toes brushing the ground.

Suspended in the air, Anello's body was immobilized, resembling a roasted duck hanging in a kitchen. He could only sway slightly with the movement of the chains.

Xia strolled to the front of the cell, casually removing the black cloth bag from Anello's head and pulling out the gag from his mouth before turning to leave, leaving Anello alone in the sealed cell, his furious shouts echoing once more.

"Rochi—! Your lack of imagination is appalling! Do you honestly think this pathetic cell will make me submit?"

Anello's arrogance knew no bounds, and despite his physical restraints, each struggle seemed to carry an intense power, as if he might break free of the chains at any moment!

Anello's voice, filled with venomous threats and challenges, reverberated from within the cell. "You are all weak ants! As long as you dare not kill me but keep me here and torture me, when Lord Askesan rescues me, I will make each one of you pay!"

His voice carried a hatred that transcended life and death.

In his eyes, everyone in this world was his enemy. He was like a volcano, ready to erupt and destroy everything in its path, even if temporarily restrained.

In the distance, beyond the cell, was a spacious platform resembling a living room, furnished with sofas from which one could observe the goings-on in the cell.

"Teacher Rochi, please have a seat, Miss Xi."

Xia gestured for the two to sit and rest while he took care of the rest.

Xi was perplexed. She saw no torture devices in the cell, and aside from scaring Anello, she couldn't fathom Lanchi's true intentions.

"Rochi! Let me tell you this: if our positions were reversed, I would show you the true meaning of cruelty!"

Each of Anello's words was like a barbed thorn, a promise that he would make good on his words should he break free.

Xi listened to Anello's arrogant voice, feeling nothing but annoyance.

"Make him be quiet already," she said, turning to Lanchi.

"Anello, are you sure you won't reconsider?" Lanchi asked, leaning back on the sofa and addressing the distant figure of Anello.

"No one can judge me! No one!" Anello shouted back. "Sigrid, I have no regrets about torturing your saintess. I only wish I could experience that pleasure again! Hahahaha!"

Anello's laughter, directed at both Lanchi and Xi, was filled with madness and glee.

As Xi's anger threatened to boil over, and she rose to deliver a brutal punishment to Anello herself, Lanchi placed a restraining hand on her shoulder.

At the same time, he snapped his fingers.

With a low, buzzing hum, the door on the other side of the cell slowly opened.

Within the dark and damp passage, moss and lichen grew on the rough stone walls, and darkness reigned, with shadows dancing menacingly.

Soon, the sharp, swift patter of footsteps approached.

Xide also restrained his anger and looked towards the direction of the opening door, puzzled.

A group of eerie figures emerged from the dark shadows, their strange presence changing the boisterous atmosphere. The tall figures filled the gloomy prison, casting long shadows that transformed the cage into what resembled the gates of hell.

Only when they all stepped out could their figures be clearly seen.

And with that, Anello's laughter abruptly ceased.

The air turned deathly silent, not because these burly inmates exuded a cold and vicious aura, but because their eyes were filled with inexplicable joy and affection! A chilling sensation like none other crept up on Anello, causing him to feel a sense of dread he had never known before.

He couldn't quite believe what Lanchi intended to do to him and stared at Lanchi, who was seated on a sofa in the distance, with a mix of disbelief and horror.

"Even if we were to follow imperial law and not carry out the death sentence, your kind of bad student would still have their tools of crime confiscated. Fortunately, you met me. Instead of physical or medicinal castration, which only treat the symptoms and not the root cause, I prefer for you to sincerely reflect and repent from the heart."

Lanchi calmly explained to Anello,

"They are a bit special among the Ghost Party members in the snowy region, and after being imprisoned for so long, they must be ravenous by now."

"Oh, Boss, are you finally going to give us a reward?"

"Where did this little cutie come from?"

Their voices, filled with intent, drilled into Anello's ears. Just as he was about to muster another threat towards Lanchi, he swallowed his words midway.

The fire in him seemed to be doused by the reality of the situation, and his spirit extinguished.

The approaching burly men with their lustful gazes, bewitching smiles, and repulsive movements were clearly experts in their own right, each with their unique set of skills, tenacity, and startling fighting spirit.

Anello had a vague idea of what they intended to do to him.

"Ah..."

Anello's face turned deathly pale under the light, his expression one of desolation, though his eyes still held a glimmer of defiance and anger. But at that moment, he finally experienced a fear like never before.

Even facing "Loran" hadn't scared him this much.

What followed was profound fear and endless regret.

No matter how many Lorans there were, they couldn't compare to the terror of this group!!!

"No, don't! You can't do this sort of thing!!!!"

Seeing the approaching hunks, Anello's forehead bulged with veins as he screamed hoarsely at Lanchi.

But soon, his vision was blocked by one of the Ghost Party prisoners standing in front of him.

"I love those defiant eyes."

"Darling, they're so strong and powerful."

At the same time, a hunk came up behind Anello, caressing his cheeks and whispering in his ear.

"Ah!! Take your hands off me!!!"

The Son of Oblivion, who had never been touched by a man before, felt a shudder in his soul.

"I hear you're comparable to the Son of Oblivion."

"Daring to do this to the Son of Oblivion, the Oblivion Bishop Askesan will surely kill you all!!!!"

Anello's breath and voice were fragmented as he shouted.

"Oh? Darling, wouldn't that make it even more exciting? To spend the night with the Son of Oblivion, do you think we would still fear death?"

The burly Ghost Party members laughed uproariously at this.

"Anello, how do you feel now?"

Lanchi, from a distance, watched this transformation and asked.

Seeing that Anello finally showed some signs of remorse, he smiled in relief.

"Rest assured, this is just the beginning. What awaits you in the end is this."

Xia took out a large pair of iron pliers and waved them at Anello. Later, after the hunks had their fill of fun, he would definitely let Anello experience the super-enhanced version of family bliss.

By now, Anello finally understood—

They never intended to interrogate him! All that talk about love and redemption was a lie!

The Son of Dominance was crazier than him by at least a few levels!!!

At that moment, a group of burly men had already surrounded Anello, eager to begin.

"No—don't!!!'

Anello croaked, trying desperately to kick them away with all his might, but his legs, suspended and almost devoid of sensation, had no strength left.

"Alright, let's leave the rest to Xia."

Lanchi smiled and raised his hand to block Xide's eyes, leading her away from the platform.

Listening to the Son of Oblivion's heart-wrenching screams, Xide closed her eyes and followed Lanchi out of the underground prison, the sounds echoing through the walls.

Though she didn't know exactly what was happening, the sounds brought her happiness.

(End of Chapter)

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