章節 162: Red Inquisitor

At Sanctorioum of Inquisitorious.

Creak—a brown-robed man entered the room with a pack of beers.

"Has the race started yet?" He asked as he saw a dozen brown-robed men gathered around a large table filled with snacks and alcohol with a floating light-blue screen stuck in a wall.

"Yeah, you are late!" One of them shouted and stuffed snacks into his mouth.

"Shit!" The brown-robed man sat down and took one beer before placing the rest on the table. "Who is leading?"

"Johann." One of them replied while casually drinking straight from a rum bottle.

"Of course." The brown-robed man sighed.

They were all Brown Inquisitors—feared "bounty hunters" of the Sanctorioum.

Now, they were enjoying their free time while watching the Death Race. They also had connections to various criminal networks, which allowed them to watch the race.