Chapter 88 Getting A Token From Boiling Oil
Chapter 88 Getting A Token From Boiling Oil
At 2 PM.
In the Silverwood n of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall.
Dim lights made the air depressing.
More than three hundred members were sitting around a high tform of more than one-meter
height like arge fighting tform.
Strangely, there was arge iron pot in the middle of the tform.
The me was burning under the pot and the hot oil was boiling in it.
A token sank at the bottom of the boiling oil.
The hall was quiet.
And the chilling air was more dignified.
Suddenly, a strange beam of light shone from the top, lighting up a stage.
A dark wooden chair appeared on it.
Behind the chair, the ghastly words of "Ghostly Purgatory Hall" were engraved on the wall.
Here was the Silverwood n of Ghostly Purgatory Hall.
The chair should be the n head''s seat.
But at the moment, it was empty.
"Mr. Leopard Tail, Demon Enforcer, ising!"
A loud voice sounded and attracted everyone''s attention.
Leon in a strange ck robe appeared in front of the chair quietly.
There were some strange patterns on his old-fashioned robe.
Under the strange light, Leon looked gloomy.
Leon stared at all the members in a dignified look.
After a pause, he took out a token embedded with an identity card and said coldly, "I am Leon, or
Mr. Leopard Tail, the Demon Enforcer of Ghost Purgatory Hall. Today, I will preside over the election
ceremony of Silverwood n''s head!"
People looked at his robe, a symbol of the Demon Enforcer.
Only when on a formal asion at Ghostly Purgatory Hall would Leon be dressed like this.
The members said in unison, "Lord Demon Enforcer!"
Their sound was loud.
Actually, though the n had been out of control from the fragmented Ghostly Purgatory Hall, it
remained a force in the organization.
Now that rence died, Leon mastered the right of speech.
Leon continued in a loud voice, "Since rence died in battle, the n head''s position was
temporarily vacant. Today, all members of Silverwood n canpete for the position!"
"Let''s use the traditionalpetition of the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, getting a token from boiling oil."
The oil pan was steaming, as firewood under the pan crackled.
It was a tradition of Ghostly Purgatory Hall.
Once the position of n head was vacant and there were no suitable candidates for the time
being, members wouldpete for the head.
The rule was so simple: The one who took out the n head''s token from the oil in tangled warfare
would be the winner.
In the battle, strength, courage, and boldness were indispensable essences.
It was a Herculean task.
"I''ll do it!"
People around the stage were excited.
Even if they knew how hard thepetition was, they were ready to risk everything for the n
head''s position.
It seemed that about twenty or thirty volunteers wanted to take part in thepetition.
"Be patient!" Raising his hand to relieve the hot atmosphere at the scene, Leon said unhurriedly,
"Before thepetition, I''d like to introduce a neer to Ghostly Purgatory Hall, Thomas!"
As the door opened, a beam of light shone into it.
Thomas came in with Twelve Birds behind.
He made a fierce expression and walked overwhelmingly.
Touching his bald head, Thomas made a vicious smile.
"Guys, I think many of you know me. Yes, I am Thomas who killed the former n head, rence.
Today, I am here for the position of n head. If you fail to throw me into the oil pan, I''ll kill my
competitors in it."
Thomas said arrogantly and unhurriedly.
His arrogance immediately caused the scene to chaos.
All members got up and gathered around Thomas and Twelve Birds.
They cursed and were dying to kill Thomas.
"Thomas killed our head and dared to run for the position. We can''t ept it!"
"He is not a member of Ghostly Purgatory Hall. Kill him and avenge our head!"
"..."
These words represented most of the members'' attitudes.
It also ignited their anger.
Twelve Birds surrounded Thomas and protected him.
They had already pushed and shoved the members.
"Shut up!"
A roar came from a height.
The hall was calmed down by the deafening voice.
It was Leon who red at them and yelled, "Thomas is recognized by Ghostly Purgatory Hall, and
you have no right to question him. He is qualified topete for n head!"
"As for you, who wants to avenge rence, you can throw Thomas into the oil pan in the battle."
"That''s what a true man does!"
"But I remind you, before that, anyone who makes trouble means to have a hard time with me!"
Leon''s words were intimidating.
All the people present hesitated.
They were nobody. It was unwise for them to offend Demon Enforcer for a dead one.
Taking this opportunity, Thomas touched his head, pointed his right hand at the sky, and roared
fiercely, "I killed rence and Scorpion. Which one dares to defy me? Stand up!"
His words were arrogant.
All members knew the strength of Scorpion and rence clearly.
Thomas could kill both of them, let alone the ordinary.
Now, the one that stood out would be targeted by Thomas.
The whole hall was silent.
With Leon as the backing and the deterrent of killing rence and Scorpion, Thomas finally
fascinated the members this time.
He slowed down his voice, "Silverwood n is one of the three major forces in Silverwood
Underground World. It''s a shame on you to be Joseph''s followers under the guidance of rence."
"Aren''t you ashamed to work for such a trash?"
"If I be the n head, I will take you to conquer the Underground World of Silverwood. From
then on, Ghostly Purgatory Hall would be the only power in Silverwood!"
The speech was powerful and inspiring.
Many members hesitated.
Indeed, under rence''s leadership, Ghostly Purgatory Hallsilverwood n had been declining.
It lost the boldness of a powerful gang and became a private force.
Maybe it was time to change to a bold head.
While the people were hesitating, Thomas seized the chance and jumped on the tform.
He took off his coat, showing his strong muscles, and roared, "Come on,petitors, let''s have a
man''s fight!"
Under the bright fire, Thomas in front of the oil pan was murderous andbative.
"Okay, the battle for the token begins!"
At the perfect timing, Leon at the above shouted with a wave of his robe.
Immediately, more than a dozen strong men rushed to the tform.
A fierce battle was about to begin.
"Thomas, it depends on you. Don''t let Mr. Gabriel down!" Leon focused on the tform.
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Thomas roared.
And the men began the battle.