Chapter 49: Slaughter

Meanwhile, at Prison S... "Go on in!" Two officers opened the cell door, looking at Tacito with faces full of pity as they spoke. Hearing this, Tacito stepped inside. Click! As the cell door locked behind him, the two officers quickly hurried away as if this prison housed a demon, making them unwilling to linger for even a second longer. Tap, tap, tap! The moment the officers left, footsteps echoed through the space. Tacito saw one shadowy figure after another rising from the dim corners of the prison. These were all hardened criminals, their faces twisted with menacing expressions. They stared at Tacito like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing a lone sheep. But that wasn't all. Tacito also noticed a skinny man sitting in the corner. A long scar ran down his face, and his cold, snake-like eyes glinted as if ready to strike at any moment. The surrounding criminals seemed to hold this scarred man in high regard. It was clear that, with just a word from him, they would all rush forward to tear Tacito apart. "You must be Tacito," the scarred man said coldly, a cruel smile playing on his lips. Tacito nodded slightly, smiling faintly. "Go ahead, tell me—what do you plan to do?" Plan to do what? The scarred man's smile deepened as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Instantly, one of the hardened criminals nearby bent down to light it for him. Exhaling a ring of smoke, the scarred man's smile grew even more sinister. "Not much. Someone just asked me to strip you of your clothes and hand over your prescription. And, of course, to cripple you." After saying this, the scarred man stared intently at Tacito, waiting to see the fear in his eyes. But to his disappointment, Tacito's smile never wavered. There was no fear, no panic. "So, it's about my clothes and prescription," Tacito's smile turned even more chilling. "Alright, but I need you to agree to one condition." Hmm? The scarred man was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected the guy in front of him to be so calm, let alone daring to negotiate. "Go on, I'm listening." He was curious to see what this young man would say. "It's just that... it's been three years since I've seen blood. I kind of miss it..." What? Tacito's words were eerie, unsettling even. But that wasn't all. The scarred man and the others noticed a bloodthirsty curve forming at the corner of Tacito's lips as his gaze swept over them like a tiger eyeing a herd of lambs. "So, I want to see what color your blood is." Boom! His words caused an uproar in the cell. How arrogant! How ruthless! The scarred man and the others couldn't believe that this young man in front of them was actually provoking them. Instantly, they were all filled with rage. But it didn't stop there. Just as the dozen or so hardened criminals were about to shout in anger— Swish! Tacito's figure suddenly blurred, like a flash of lightning, as he darted into the crowd. His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light. With rapid movements, his hands slashed through the air, cutting down the surrounding criminals. Splurt, splurt, splurt! Scarlet blood sprayed everywhere. A horrifying, blood-soaked scene unfolded, making the scarred man and all the other hardened criminals feel as if their souls were leaving their bodies.