Chapter 665: The True Meaning of the Deviant Corp Tattoo Part Two (1/2)

Stenson was taken aback. “So the two of you are the Judges? What does the adjudicator do?”

Chekhov pointed to Mario and teased, “You see, just like him, he’s in charge of being a salesman.”

Mario glared at Chekhov, then looked at Stenson and said, “The adjudicator is in charge of one thing.”

Stenson: “What?”

Mario squeezed two words out of his teeth at a time and said, “Kill!”

“Kill… murder? Kill who?”

Hearing those two words, Stenson’s scalp began feeling numb for some reason.

“Anyone, or any organization that tries to get a hand or a foot out of this symbolic earth would be cut off! For instance… if you publicize what we just talked about, then you won’t see the sun the next day!”

Mario saw Stenson gulp and he laughed out loud. “Of course, you’re the man next to the BOSS, so you are one of us and don’t have to be afraid.”

Stenson nodded his head in relief.

“So can I know what level of membership the Boss belongs to?”

Chekhov asked, “Didn’t the Boss tell you?”

Stenson shook his head, “No, I asked the ambassador and he didn’t say.”