The silent footsteps landing on the dusty ground were practically inaudible. Valakor, the Field Executioner Head of the Abyss Branch, dropped down from the mining cliff like a falling dry leaf. Not a speck of dust billowed up. His landing was far too perfect, too elegant for a place as filthy as this.The paper-bag-faced man stood tall, adjusting his tie. "You are really making my workload pile up, Jihan," Valakor said. His voice echoed from behind the brown paper bag, cold and deeply bureaucratic. "Killing a fellow defaulting client will not reduce your total bill by a single cent."Jihan stared at Valakor with his lethal, pitch-black eyes. His left hand secretly reached into his jacket pocket, making sure the glass vial containing the Tears of Abyss—the antidote for Luna—was safe in there. If he tried to run now, Valakor would definitely chase him to the edge of hell. His speed as a fifty-year-old grandpa would never outrun an executioner of Valakor's caliber.The only way out was t