Chapter 278：Hydra

The Celayan Brothers were quarreling in the next room, and Jeram and Lady Assai were guarding the unconscious Orr.

"Mom, I can't figure out why Kane doesn't just kill him directly. Right now, all I have to do is just gently twist his neck to send him straight to hell." Jeram paced around his older brother, his hands restless. Only God knew how much he wanted to personally kill him, he even dreamt of it.

"Kane won't only kill him, he'll completely destroy his reputation. You know already, the honor of being labeled a Superhero should've been Kane's, but Orr stole his glory. Don't be impulsive boy, everyone in the galaxy is paying attention to the Assai family right now, if Orr suddenly died, the military and the police would swarm this place in investigation. Our identities would make things awkward, and we might get caught up in the mess. It's best to have someone else kill him." Lady Assai swirled her wine glass, patiently waiting for the quarrel next door to finish. As for that interstellar superstar, it's understandable that he found it hard to give up such a prosperous life.

"Don't worry mom, I won't dirty my hands. I can understand Kane's feelings, Orr has always been so annoyingly perfect, he could always easily get the things that other people only dreamed of. There I was thinking that my father loved me, who knew he'd hand over all of the Assai family property to Orr on his death bed." Jeram laughed bitterly.

Lady Assai's composed expression finally cracked a little. The Assai family's property was huge, including some of the Empire's most advanced arms factories, two star harbors, and more than a dozen minor planets, which mineral reserves grades have reached S class. If Old Assai was a little bit generous to Jeram, just a little bit, this mother and child would've been able to forever live a life of luxury. But he was not fair, he secretly wrote up a will, handing all of the Assai family's inheritance to Orr, and he also set limitations, forbidding Orr from handing over control to others by any means.

This was simply driving the mother and child to murder.

While brooding over this, the quarrel next door stopped. Nan Qing, his face deathly pale, stood in the doorway and glanced at the two, then dully murmured, "I'm leaving first."

"Pheebs, it'll be okay, I promise to give you an even more glamorous future!" Kane hugged him and gently comforted him, in the end, he escorted him to the suspension car, and ordered his subordinate to secretly send him off to another planet.

"Who's going to do it?" Lady Assai put down her wine glass, her face awash in expectation.

"Both of us." Kane and Jeram said in unison. They didn't trust each other, so it was better to have both of their hands get equally dirty.

Lady Assai sashayed out of the room, waving, "Then you two get busy, I'm making dinner."

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Zhou Yun Sheng stayed in the studio until the next afternoon. The once bustling air-raid shelter was now very cold and lonely, as soon as the Marshal announced that the Queen had completely disappeared, everyone quickly abandoned the place, desperate to once again bask in the sun. Only the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Cyber ​​Security Center staff haven't withdrawn. Seeing the various building materials and industrial robots constantly transported in, Zhou Yun Sheng guessed that the two departments would probably permanently set up base underground, because it was more secure.

The air-raid shelter's tunnels were very long, new lighting was installed, the surroundings lit up in deathly pale white. Zhou Yun Sheng slowly walked forward, his footsteps echoing against the walls, sounding like two people were walking at the same time, one in reality, one in fantasy. Suddenly feeling a premonition, Zhou Yun Sheng stopped and touched 008 on his earlobe. Right now in the whole galaxy, he was probably the only one who dared use a personal terminal with such advanced AI, other people still felt traumatized by the Queen's rebellion, and for at least two or three years, they probably wouldn't be able to overcome their fear.

Kavala prison, the most infamous prison in the Empire, specialized to hold criminals with spiritual power and constitutions higher than A level. Most of the prisoners had extraordinary strength, but they were extremely depraved, even the prison guards were unwilling to get closer than three feet to them. Kavala prison had the highest incarceration death rate, and the lowest release rate, once a person was sent in, that person would either die of old age or be killed, the possibility of gaining freedom was nil.

What the hell is going on? I look away for 10 hours, and Orr that stupid idiot actually managed to get himself incarcerated! Zhou Yun Sheng's expression sunk, he immediately turned and walked towards the Ministry of Military Affairs department. He needed to find out what happened.

Orr didn't understand how he became a murderer overnight. He was curled up in the corner of his cell, staring at his washed clean hands. He would never forget when he woke up from his coma and saw Phoebe lying in a pool of blood, a sharp blade gripped in his own hands. He was paralyzed with shock, unable to think about anything, even Jeram and Lady Assai screaming questions at him couldn't withdraw him from his suffering and shock. He threw himself forward, holding Phoebe's cold dead body, silently weeping, wishing he could follow him in death.

Despair was the only thing that filled his mind.

When the police asked him why this tragedy occurred, he couldn't even spit out a word in explanation. He'd once again lost his memories, he could only conclude that he'd killed Phoebe while he was sleepwalking. So when Kane rushed over and knocked him to the ground, he didn't want to resist, he confessed to his crime then and there. He was at a loss to describe the specific circumstances surrounding the tragedy, he could only repeatedly state, "I'm guilty, please let me accept punishment."

The Celayan family put pressure on the police, demanding that they put this deranged thug in the strict Kavala prison, since he could easily escape from other prisons by virtue of his S level strength. The case was still undergoing trial, as a rule, the suspect shouldn't be incarcerated so hastily, but in addition to the Celayan family, several other influential families banded together to put pressure on the police department, forcing the police to compromise. The evidence had already been collected, they were unlikely to find anything that casted doubt on the crime, and the suspect himself had confessed, he would've been sent to Kavala sooner or later.

He could only blame himself for being too outstanding, he'd inadvertently made a lot of hidden enemies. The fourth Admiral, Admiral Augustus, was going to retire in a few days, which meant that one of the Generals would be replacing his position. Orr, as the most popular candidate, naturally became the target of public criticism. If he could hold still for a few days, he would've become one of the most powerful decision-makers in the Empire, but clearly, he failed to seize that opportunity.

Orr was not a fool, he knew why he was sent to Kavala before the end of the trial, but he didn't protest the decision. He was now full of despair and sorrow, he didn't even have the courage to live on. If he'd known he would've killed his most beloved person, he wouldn't have left the hospital so causally. He started pulling at his hair, sorrowful wails spilling out from between his clenched teeth, like a trapped beast.

The four prisoners sharing his cell slowly inched closer to him, their murky eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Kid, you're being very noisy right now, did you know that? I'll let you in on one of our rules, never make your cellmates grow sick of hearing your voice, you'll likely provoke a bloody massacre." The most bulky looking prisoner grinned evilly and grabbed Orr's collar, picking him up like a baby chick. This 'kid' was an S level warrior, but his outward appearance didn't show it. His current tearful appearance made him look like a lost little boy, which provoked the imamates' drive for violence.

"Oh my God, this is our Superhero? If the outside world could see him now they would die laughing!" Another convict shouted theatrically.

"Stop fooling around, just kill him!" Back against the wall, a feminine looking man issued this order in a cold tone, he was apparently their leader.

The other men no longer dawdled, they lifted Orr up and fiercely slammed him into the ground, then stomped on his chest, trying to break his ribs and puncture his fragile heart. There was a loud bang outside the cell doors, it was a prison officer, but he only glanced through the door and left, muttering, "Be quiet, don't make too much noise."

"Yes good sir." The feminine man mocked.

These prisoners had A level strength, it wasn't difficult for them to kill an S level warrior as a group, especially when the other person was offering no resistance. Their itch for violence was finally getting scratched, so they didn't plan on giving Orr a peaceful death, they wanted to torture him. They grabbed him by his hair, slamming his head into the specially crafted super-metal wall again and again, seeing his bloodied face, they cackled, as if playing an interesting game.

So they didn't notice, after each impact, Orr's eyes grew blacker and blacker, until they were pitch black, like inky black abysses, and his painful expression instantly turned menacing.

The big man was obviously tired of playing around, he gripped Orr's head with all his strength, intending to crush his skull with one final impact. Then he'd dig out his squishy brain and have it for dinner, an S level brain must certainly have a unique taste. However, the devastating scene of a skull cracking open and exploding into bloody pieces didn't happen, instead, the super-metal wall was dented inward.

Huh?

Everyone was stupefied, staring in shock at Orr, who had his hands pressed against the wall. It should be noted, this super-metal was mostly used for crafting starships and mecha, it was designed to not only withstand bombardments from various particle cannons, but also withstand the enormous pressure from crossing wormholes. They had never heard of anyone in the galaxy strong enough to dent this metal with flesh, which meant that this person had the power to tear a mech, or even a starship, to shreds with his bare hands. Even the legendary 3S level warriors absolutely couldn't do such a thing.

But now, such an unbelievable thing actually occurred. Orr seemed to be trembling, but the prisoners knew that it wasn't because of fear, but in restraint. His hands pressed against the super-metal walls slowly started sinking in, when he finally stopped trembling, he turned around, exposing two, inch deep handprints etched into the wall. What kind of terrifying strength does this feat require? Forget about sending a few A level prisoners to assassinate him, even if they sent in the special forces, they wouldn't be able to touch a hair on his head.

The men huddled together, with no chance of retreat, they tried their best to stay as far away from Orr as possible, their previous arrogant expressions have long been twisted in fear.

Orr let out a deep, long sigh. He slowly raised a hand and pushed his blood soaked hair back, revealing a smooth, unscarred forehead. He twisted his neck and rotated his arms, then raised an eyebrow and asked with mild interest. "Who hired you to kill me?"

"No, no one did." The feminine man's previous calm was nowhere to be found, his knees buckled, almost falling to the ground.

"Article 987 of the Prison Safety Act states that if a prisoner is attacked by another prisoner, they have the right to use all their power to defend themselves. I'm not a prisoner, but I am a suspect, so please prepare yourselves, I will begin fighting back. If anyone can't bare it, feel free to give up the name of your employer in exchange for your life." Orr smiled slightly, then in the blink of an eye, he leapt in front of the feminine man and punched him in the abdomen.

The rest of the prisoners didn't even catch a blur, they just saw their leader fly through the air, slam heavily into the wall, and slip down, blood constantly oozing from his mouth. In one move, he actually disposed of the fifth ranked strongest prisoner in Kavala prison. The men froze for a few seconds, then futilely tried to hide while calling for help.

By the time the prison officer heard the commotion and rushed over, Orr had already gotten the name he wanted, and was sitting in the cell's only chair, his slender legs neatly folded. He was slowly picking out the dried blood on his hair and hands, and smoothing out the messy wrinkles on his prison clothes one by one, apparently, he was very concerned about his appearance.

A few human-shaped objects were lying by his feet, all four limbs snapped, no unmarred flesh, their breathing faint, they could only be described as 'tragic'. The silver-white metal walls were covered with mottled blood, but even more horrifying was the deep circular depression and two palm prints etched into the wall. Obviously, someone had their head bashed into the wall, then pressed their hands up against it.