Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

I've been wanting to use an anesthetic injection for a while now, but this woman is just too much of a nuisance!
Leosley's gaze was icy cold, as Death silently watched everything from the darkness. The steampunk-style gauntlets on his hands had been removed, leaving only a pair of arms wrapped in bandages.

When has the messenger ever seen such a person? She's already so tempting, yet Leosley is still so ruthless.

Does this man have no desires?

Leosley's fingers remained clenched, the killer's face flushed red from suffocation, her eyes beneath the black veil filled with terror and bewilderment. Her fingers weakly clawed at his wrists, trying to find a sliver of relief, but his hands remained as still as if cast in iron.

The atmosphere in the corridor was so oppressive it was almost suffocating. The black knights looked at each other, their feet unconsciously taking a few steps back.

"Your...respected sir..."

"Spare...spare my life..."

In that instant, the legendary messenger of the King of Slaughter finally revealed the fragility and fear of humanity. With all her might, her voice trembled, and her pleading tone was filled with despair, as if that pleas for mercy was the last breath she squeezed out from the abyss.

"I, I am willing to give everything for you... even my life..." Her voice was weak, and through her trembling lips, it conveyed endless submission and repentance.

At that moment, her eyes were filled with a longing for survival.

The voice of the Slaughterer echoed weakly and tremblingly in the empty palace, like a candle flickering in the wind. Her body hung in mid-air, her black gauze dress drooping limply, her legs twitching slightly, like the wings of a dying butterfly.

Leosley's hand remained firmly gripped on her throat, his pressure undiminished. His gaze was icy, like a bottomless, stagnant pool. Even as her intermittent pleas reached his ears, he remained unmoved.

Siegwen stood to the side, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the killer, her expression devoid of any pity. Her hand rested lightly on the tranquilizer gun at her waist, her fingertips tracing the handle as if weighing something, but ultimately she made no move.

The killer's eyes gradually lost focus, and her cheeks beneath the black veil turned an unnatural bluish-purple from lack of oxygen. Her fingers slid limply down Leosley's wrist, as if she had given up on her last struggle.

Higewen sighed softly, "Duke, she's no longer of any use."

Higewen's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent corridor. Her gaze fell on the lifeless body of the Killer, her tone calm yet tinged with regret.

Leosley released her grip, and the Killer's body slumped to the ground like a rag doll, her black gauze dress spreading out to cover her stiff form. Her eyes remained open, empty and lifeless, as if telling of her final moments of resentment and fear.

Leosley ultimately didn't kill her; he had already experienced enough killing today.

He is a human being, not a machine that only knows how to kill.

The air in the palace seemed to freeze. Leosley's gaze shifted from the corpse of the Slayer, and he turned to walk deeper into the palace. Siegfried followed closely behind, their steps steady, making a soft sound on the marble floor.

"Duke, where do we go next?"

"Go upstairs and find someone."

Leosley's gaze traveled down the corridor, settling on the deep darkness in the distance. Something seemed to be stirring restlessly in the shadows deep within the palace.

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Along the way, the decor became increasingly luxurious, and there was none of the rust and bloody smell of the Killing City outside. Leosley and Siegwen walked slowly along the long corridor covered with red carpet. The walls on both sides were inlaid with exquisite gold reliefs, and every marble floor was polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the light of the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Leosley and his group had encountered people blocking their way before, but Leosley had taken them all down with a single punch, even if they had weapons.

Leosley also discovered that these law enforcement teams strictly followed the Soul Ring color system. The ones they saw below wearing black armor were not actually very strong, at most Soul Saint level. But as they went up, they saw those wearing red armor and red clothes.

Leosley's gaze swept over the law enforcement officers clad in red armor; their aura was significantly stronger than that of the black-armored knights from before. Each of them exuded a sense of oppression, clearly indicating they were at least at the Contra Douluo level.

He did not stop and continued to move forward at a steady pace.

Higewen followed behind him, her eyes warily scanning their surroundings. Her palms were slightly open, ready to unleash her inner energy at any moment to deal with any unexpected situations. Their tacit understanding allowed them to comprehend each other's intentions without needing to speak.

The road ahead was suddenly blocked by a group of law enforcement officers in red uniforms. They held various kinds of soul weapons, and their eyes gleamed with a fierce light. The leader was a burly man with a hideous scar on his forehead, who looked like a veteran who had experienced countless life-and-death battles.

"Stop! This is the forbidden area of ​​the King of Slaughter. No one may trespass without permission!"

The burly man leading the group strode forward, his voice deep and hoarse.

Leosley's gaze fell on the scar on the man's forehead, a scar resembling a winding centipede running across his brow bone, adding a touch of ferocity to his already fierce face. The man's eyes were sharp as knives, piercing Leosley's heart as if to tear him apart.

The red-clad law enforcement officers behind the burly man raised their weapons, the sharp blades gleaming coldly under the lights.

At the same time, they revealed their spirit rings, which was also a way of telling Leosley that they could use spirit skills here, and that he should leave quickly if he knew what was good for him.

But since the deed is already done, backing out now would only invite ridicule!
Therefore, Leosley has no intention of backing down now.

Besides, he's already killed the enforcement team members. Regardless of their status in the Killing City, killing is killing. His withdrawal now is simply out of fear!
The burly man in the lead saw that Leosley showed no intention of backing down, but instead stared at him with a cold gaze and a strong killing intent in his eyes.

"Kid, you think you can be arrogant just because you killed a few law enforcement officers?"

The burly man leading the group sneered, his killing intent growing even stronger.

“We just want to meet the King of Slaughter,” Leosley said with a smile and a shake of his head.

"You think you are?" the burly man in the lead sneered.

Just as white looks down on black, those in red also look down on those in black below them.

Did he really think that Leosley could do whatever he wanted just because he killed a few men in black?
"Just me."

Leosley's voice was as cold as ice. He took a step forward, and his aura exploded outwards.

The burly man at the head of the group's expression changed. (End of Chapter)