The chancellor of the Arbute Kingdom had moved up the execution date for the rebel leader, the Red Scorpion. Originally, there had been plans to delay it a bit longer, but the chancellor suddenly decided to bring the date forward.0

He was standing face-to-face with the Red Scorpion, who was bound inside a prison cell.0

“Kehehehe. The more impatient you get, the more reckless your decisions become.”0

“You piece of shit!”0

“Heh. For the so-called leader of a rebellion rotting this country from within, you sure don’t make much sense. Are you really the one who should be talking to me like that, when you're the one who is shaking the peace of this nation?”0

“What part of this rotten nation, hiding its disgusting truth, is peaceful?!” Even after the horrific tortures, the man's eyes were still fierce and alive.0

He was radiating a heavy killing intent, as if the moment he could move, he would instantly tear through the bars and rip out the chancellor’s throat.0

One of the large men standing by the chancellor began to step forward, but the chancellor held him back. “No need to interfere. Let it go. He’s already too weak to be of any threat. Any more and he’ll die before the execution even begins,” the chancellor muttered as he stroked his beard leisurely.0

The dreaded Red Scorpion. From the chancellor’s perspective, his power wasn’t all that impressive. To truly rattle him, it’d take someone at least on the level of a Grandmaster of the continent.0

Still, the reason he wanted Red Scorpion dead so badly was because the man had become a symbol—exactly what the chancellor feared the most.0

“Even when things have reached this point, if you just give up everything and bow your head to...0