Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 320 Yellow Clothes
"Now the real pain is here, isn't it?"

The hunter used pliers to snag one of the crocodile's newly "grown" fingers.

Click.

The hard, pliers then closed.

The crocodile's heart-wrenching howl echoed through the hall once more.

After cutting off the crocodile's new finger, the hunter shook off the severed finger and clamped the crocodile's other finger with the pliers.

At this point, the crocodile finally couldn't hold back any longer and opened its mouth to howl:
"I'll tell you everything! What do you want to know?! I'll tell you everything. It was the law enforcement officer in the south of the city who asked me to investigate your smuggling routes. I was just doing my job for money!! Don't..."

Click!

Another finger fell to the ground.

"what--!!"

...

"No, that's not what I'm asking."

The hunter shook his head.

His long hair was draped over his shoulders, but it still couldn't completely obscure the blue-green light emanating from his eyes.

In the pitch-black hall, the ugliest and most repulsive creature was the crocodile, but the most terrifying being was the hunter.

"The Hilichurls don't hide in their highland lairs; they come to human society for only one purpose: to seek out the Great Old Ones you worship. Especially someone like you who has deliberately used priestly magic to change your appearance and make yourself look more human—you must have already found the so-called traces of the gods."

The hunter hooked the pliers to the base of the crocodile's other finger and asked, word by word:

"Now, tell me, where is the one you follow?"

...

The crocodile's expression gradually changed from horror to solemnity, and finally became completely ferocious.

He opened his mouth, which was covered in blood, and glared at the hunter before him, growling:

"Humans with glowing eyes, you clairvoyants, aren't you? You damned creatures, instead of seeking your own survival, you dare to interfere with the arrival of our king! You will only hasten your own demise! You are even lower than humans!"

Click!

Another finger rolled to the ground.

The veins on the crocodile's bald head bulged.

He struggled frantically, but the barbed wire quickly tightened again, binding his shrunken body once more, the sharp wires digging deep into his flesh.

The hunter, however, seemed lost in thought, muttering to himself:
"His arrival... So he decided to choose a new host as his incarnation... Hmm, I see the shadow you follow, a ragged king in a tattered yellow robe, right? You're paving the way for his arrival..."

"The King in Yellow, the former master of Calcosa, but as the defeated party... wasn't he suppressed? Why can his will be transmitted to Nanwei City? Because of you?... Impossible, you're just a useless Hilichurl."

...

As the hunter's mutterings reached its ears, the crocodile's expression grew increasingly terrified.

He hadn't expected the visionary before him to know so many secrets, as if he had been completely seen through.

This young visionary not only knew who he was following, but he also knew that the deity had once been the king of Calcosa, and he knew his title—the King in Yellow.

"The coming is inevitable. No... no form of suppression can permanently imprison my king. The Yellow Robe will inevitably descend upon this land. You can do nothing. Do not attempt to resist any longer. This world will become a second Calkosa, and you will be the first sinner to be beheaded..."

The crocodile, vomiting blood, roared madly at the hunter.

“So it really was him.” The hunter nodded. “I only caught a glimpse of a yellow shadow. Thank you for confirming. It’s a pity your god will not bring salvation to you, and you will not live to see the day he descends.”

Under the crocodile's astonished gaze, the hunter dropped the pliers, reached behind him, pulled out a folding weapon, and swung it away violently. *Snap!*
After the folded handle is unfolded, a cold scythe with a hook-like end is revealed.

"and many more……"

The crocodile screamed.

But before he could even utter a complete sentence, his head flew off.

...

Not a single drop of blood was stained on the blade of the sickle.

The blue-green light in the hunter's eyes slowly faded, returning to the normal color of a human eye.

He calmly put away his sickle.

Other hunters in the hall asked:

"Why don't you finish asking the questions before you make a move, Monquia?"

Monquia glanced at the former indifferently:
"Like the Hilichurls we killed in the colonies, they would give up their lives for half a piece of rotting flesh, let alone a god. He is unlikely to tell us what we want to know... The teacher is right. The first thing we should do upon entering Nanwei City is to find a suitable undertaker for the team."

"What do we do now? Should we preserve his body?" the other hunters asked.

"No need. Confirming that he serves the Yellow Robe is enough. I can find his incarnation; it's just a matter of time." Monquia sheathed his scythe and turned to give orders to the group:
“They’ve traced it back to the York family. We can’t stay here any longer. Let’s find somewhere else. I’ll find the incarnation chosen by the King in Yellow.”

The remaining hunters exchanged glances, and one of them said:

"Mr. Raven said we can't confront the Great Old Ones too soon..."

"We'll have to face it sooner or later, won't we?" Monquia's tone was cold and unquestionable.

The others then fell silent.

……

...

Yaden Village.

Milo and old Theon were still searching for any possible clues in the crocodile's office.

"I feel like this is a waste of time."

“We have plenty of time.” Old Theon lit another cigarette.

“That’s not necessarily true,” Milo shook his head.

"Why do you say that?" old Theon asked.

“Me.” Milo pointed to himself, then to Grasso standing in the corner: “And her, we’re both on their kill list.”

Old Theon first looked as if he had just realized something, then raised an eyebrow and said, "If that's the case, I have a suggestion for you to consider."

But Milo already knew what the old man wanted to say, and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Fishing, is it? I've done the same thing twice already. They're not stupid. I don't think they'll fall for it in version 3.0."

"I see." Old Theon shrugged, glanced up at the ransacked office, and said, "How did you guys get involved with those guys?"

"I'd like to know the answer to that too," Grasso sighed helplessly.

"Being targeted by such a top-tier assassin team must feel terrible," Old Theon gloated.

"You'll know what it feels like when you're being watched too," Milo glanced at old Theon.

The latter shook his head:
"No, no, I usually don't let people who hold a grudge against me live."

(End of this chapter)