The night deepened and the sound of the wind came from the distance, like a distant tide. There was a gunshot and a man fell down in front of An Zhe. Two soldiers dragged his body away. There was a huge garbage incinerator in every residential area and now it played the role of incinerating bodies.

Another shot was fired and another man fell down. The ranks were shrinking and more people had been killed than those who entered the city through the trial.

The line kept moving forward and An Zhe saw the structure of the trial.

The first was a buffer zone, closely guarded by the city guards. If a person had a mutation characteristic that could be discerned with the naked eye then the guards would kill them first. After the first pass, there were four judges on both sides of the gate, each with a veto that allowed them to kill at any time as long as they thought this person wasn’t human, regardless of whether their colleagues’ judgment  was consistent with them.

They shot and killed around a quarter of all the people. The process of eggs spawning was different from being wounded. The process was very slow and many people’s infection characteristics weren’t obvious. More often than not, the judges looked at each other and let the person pass.

At that time, the person would face the bloodiest place, the last level.

Lu Feng.

He didn’t have a solemn posture of sitting or standing upright. He was lazily leaning against the door, seemingly carelessly playing with the gun in his hand. He used this gun to exercise the highest and final rights in the trial.

Another shot was fired and he executed a 12 year old child, who was still watching Lu Feng as he fell down dead.

A young judge was pale. His throat squirmed as he bowed down, trying to contain his nausea. Lu Feng’s eyes shifted over there. “Replacement.”

The judge was led away by the soldiers and for a short time, no one was on trial. The city office staff in white shirts stepped forward toward each judge, bringing them a bottle of ice water with green mint leaves. However, Lu Feng didn’t want one. Less than a minute later, a new judge arrived and the trial process resumed.

Boss Shaw and Poet pushed each other, none of them wanted to go forward. Finally, An Zhe was pushed first. The guard glanced at him and made a pass gesture. An Zhe continued to move forward. The four judges examined him and let him go.

An Zhe walked in front of Lu Feng. The judge’s green eyes stared at him, light slightly dim without any emotional colour. The eyes were still like the first day they met. An Zhe slightly lowered his eyes.