Chapter 192

The various lords took their seats one by one.

Soon, the venue was completely filled.

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Only a few seats remained vacant.

…………

These lords were all waiting for the impending execution.

At the same time…

They were also on guard against the Zuzhou Society, stirring secretly in the shadows.

If their estimates were correct…

The Zuzhou Society would likely send forces to rescue Podo.

"Huh? Why is the seat next to me empty?"

"Wasn't this seat bought by someone?"

"Thirty thousand gold coins per seat—and they didn't even show up?"

"That's truly extravagant."

"I heard the buyer sold twenty units of Secret Steel Stone."

"Sold at thirty thousand gold coins each."

"What lord is so foolish with money? What a sucker?"

"Still, what luck—he managed to get twenty units of Secret Steel Stone."

"He probably dared not come; his strength is insufficient, yet he carries so much gold—if he shows his face again, someone will target him."

"True, no wonder this seat went to waste."

…………

As time passed…

On the execution platform appeared a human lord dressed in a black formal suit.

"Ten minutes remain until the execution begins."

"Everyone must be eager to see the prisoner's face, right?"

"Bring forth the Cursed One! Let everyone see the vile face of the prisoner!"

"Let everyone see what a malicious Cursed One looks like!"

The execution platform had its own host.

This execution was not a tragedy.

It was a carnival of revelry.

The Alliance intended to fully embody the concept of Purification Day.

At this moment, the host appeared, stoking the crowd's excitement.

At the host's command…

The prisoner was brought out.

Hmm…

Brought out.

The host wore a smug expression, gazing down at the audience.

Under his 640-point hosting effect, every spectator had their mouth agape.

He even felt his atmosphere-building had been extremely successful.

Perfectly executed.

But soon, his expression turned strange.

Were these spectators' reactions really that extreme?

Where were the cheers?

Where were the curses?

Why were all their eyes filled with terror…

Looking behind themselves.

Behind… behind me?

The host turned around.

And what he saw was a stranger's face.

Dressed in prison garb.

In his hands, he held two chains.

The chains were attached not to him—but to the guards.

The guards crawled on the ground like dogs.

Crawling toward him.

Yet the prisoner walked calmly, as if strolling.

Like taking his dogs for a walk in his own backyard.

Prisoner?

What kind of prisoner exists in this world?

"What are you doing?!"

"As guards, where is your dignity?!"

"That's wrong... this person isn't Boduo. Where is Boduo?"

"What I wanted was for you to bring Boduo up!"

"Who have you brought up!"

The host glanced at the prisoner's name before him.

Lords can see each other's names directly.

"It's Lu Cang!"

"It's... Lu Cang?"

The host froze for a moment, then looked at the prisoner's information.

At this moment, Lu Cang had not hidden anything.

Instead, he revealed his true name.

Watching the host's expression gradually turn terrified.

Lu Cang showed a warm smile.

"Yes, let me correct that."

"Not a prisoner, but Lu Cang."

Swish!

In an instant, countless tentacles shot out from behind Lu Cang, piercing through the host's body immediately.

Then, Lu Cang casually picked up the host's speaker.

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? I am Lu Cang."

"Now, announcing to the entire city."

"Lords of Baier City."

"You are now surrounded by me."

"Baier City, from today on, is my Lu Cang's territory."

"That's it. I'm done speaking."