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Chapter 359: Meeting the Angel of Death

As a relatively normal person, Ross couldn\'t help but feel fear in the face of these deranged monsters.

In Darvaza Prison, he wasn\'t the strongest fighter, nor was he sufficiently vicious to make people wary of him. He had only been able to survive to this point thanks to his street smarts and a healthy dose of luck.

In this situation, Ross forced himself to calm down and weigh up his options.

Due to the fight that had just taken place between the two factions earlier, there was no one else around in the showers, so no one would see what he was going to say and do next.

"Of course I want an opportunity to live. Please don\'t kill me." In the face of other inmates, he had to maintain a strong and unyielding facade, but seeing as there was no one around, he was more than willing to beg for his life. "I can be very helpful to you."

"Is that right? In that case, I want you to answer a few questions first."

"Please go ahead," Ross hurriedly said.

"You said that there are more of you outside. Is that true?"

"No, I was just saying that as a bluff. I was actually sent here to clean up in the aftermath of the fight that just happened," Ross replied as he scratched his head with a sheepish smile. "I said what I did because I wanted to avoid a conflict."

"I see. Tell me about how you were instructed by the wardens to kill me. Tell me what happened in as much detail as possible. Depending on how much useful information you can give me, I\'ll decide whether I\'ll let you live or not."

Adam could\'ve invaded Ross\'s psychic world to obtain this information, but he didn\'t do that.

"The warden who instructed me to kill you was Seth Loo. He doesn\'t seem to be in any position of significant power, but anyone who\'s been in Darvaza Prison for some time knows that he\'s one of the chief warden\'s direct henchmen, and he does a lot of dirty work for the chief warden. If we want anything from the outside world, we have to obtain it through him.

“He even steals some of the art pieces in the prison to sell on the black market, and the chief warden simply turns a blind eye to this. He\'s a dirty cop, but because of that, the chief warden has dirt on him, so he\'s confident that Seth won\'t betray him."

"What did he say to you?"

"All I was told by him was that you had to die, and that he wanted me to be discrete about it. After that, you saw what happened. Not long after what happened in the showers, some of his colleagues approached all of the faction leaders and issued an urgent order, saying that you\'re not to be killed.

“That\'s one of the reasons why I didn\'t want to start any conflict with you today. I didn\'t think that I would be able to beat you anyway, and even if we could, that would\'ve only landed us in trouble with the wardens."

"Is there a time limit on that order?"

"I don\'t know, all I was told was that you had to be kept alive for at least the near future. When those guys attacked you in the factory, even if your friends hadn\'t stepped in, we would\'ve intervened anyway. I\'m assuming the Asian Gang and the Radiation Gang also received the same instruction, so their members would\'ve most likely stepped in as well."

"Is there anything else?"

"That\'s it." Ross was racking his brains, but couldn\'t think of any more useful information, and his voice was trembling slightly as he asked, "Is that enough for you to spare me my life?"

He took a glance at Adam, then looked at the pair of menacing psychic mutants behind him, and finally, the verdict arrived.

"Get out of here."

Ross heaved a long sigh of relief upon hearing this, and he slowly backtracked to a safe distance away before fleeing as quickly as he could.

"Why didn\'t you kill him? Aren\'t worried that he\'ll go around telling everyone about what happened here?" Armadillo asked with a puzzled expression.

"He wouldn\'t dare. In fact, I\'m certain he\'ll even cover for us. He told us a lot of things that should\'ve been kept secret from us, so it won\'t benefit him at all to be exposed. Also, keeping him around could prove to be useful."

Adam looked down at the bodies of the Desert Gang members as he spoke, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.

"One of you stay here, while the other one goes to the Survival of the Fittest faction. With these kills, the Survival of the Fittest faction should be willing to accept you two."

"What about you?"

"I\'ll stay out of this. I need to join the Desert Gang so we can gather information from both sides."

"Alright, you get out of here then."

Mole wasted no time carrying out the plan suggested by Adam, immediately departing from the showers to call up members of the Survival of the Fittest Faction.

Just as Adam predicted, Mole and Armadillo were successfully able to infiltrate the Survival of the Fittest faction, and thanks to their outstanding combat prowess, they were made into leaders right away.

However, Adam still refrained from joining any faction as the time wasn\'t right.

His safety wasn\'t a concern for now, so he was going to take full advantage of his freedom to hunt down as many anomalies as possible.

"You guys keep a lookout outside, and don\'t let anyone come in. Call me if anyone tries to come in."

Mole had arranged four of his lackeys to stand on lookout duty outside the factory toilets.

Inside, Adam had dragged an unconscious man into a cubicle, and he set the man down onto the toilet seat before locking the cubicle door.

Thanks to Armadillo and Mole, Adam was able to capture three of the people on his list, one of which was the Angle of Death, Noah, the second one was the Highway Serial Murderer, Walker, and the final one was the Square artist, Deng Xiaoyuan.

The one that Adam had taken into the cubicle was Noah, while the other two were still laying on the ground outside.

With so many high-level anomalies at his disposal, Adam was currently an extremely formidable adapter, and he was confident that even if he were to encounter another opponent of the same caliber as Sima Kai, he would be able to defeat them on his own.

Hence, Adam felt like he was ready to take on this challenge.

"Is everything going alright outside, Boss?"

"Don\'t worry about what\'s going on outside, just focus on what you\'re doing. Our faction recently took over the toilets, so we\'ve got a bunch of guys out here. There are a total of seven toilets in this area, and I\'ve already made it clear that we\'re doing something important in here, so no one\'s going to come in and interrupt you."

"Alright."

With Mole overseeing proceedings outside, Adam was able to focus his attention entirely on the unremarkable-looking person in front of him.

Noah\'s story was one that had made a very deep impression on Adam, and there was a reason behind why Adam had chosen to save Noah as his final target during his first trip to Darvaza Prison.

With over 280 victims, he had an extremely extensive kill count, and he was far too calm and indifferent in the face of the judge. He had killed countless elderly people because in his mind, he thought that he was doing the right thing by putting them out of their misery. It was very clear from his mentality and his thought processes that he had already fused as one with his anomaly.

This is going to be a very tough opponent.

Adam took a deep breath, then laid a hand onto Noah\'s forehead before entering his psychic world.

His vision darkened before quickly brightening again, and he found himself standing at the entrance of a massive retirement home by the name of Green Heaven.

Adam felt as if he were standing outside the pearly gates of heaven, and the entire place was glowing with holy light, much to Adam\'s befuddlement.

To his surprise and confusion, he was feeling extremely warm and comfortable here, and his environment wasn\'t hostile in the slightest.

Adam had explored the psychic worlds of many mental illness sufferers in the past, and the environment in all of those psychic worlds had been very oppressing and forbidding. Some of them had blood-red skies, some were completely enshrouded in darkness, and there were even some psychic worlds in which the ground was so sticky that it was as if it were covered in blood.

In summary, the psychic worlds of the majority of mental illness sufferers were extremely twisted and macabre, but that was far from the case here.