A normal person''s reading would be around a hundred, and the number would drop with the intensity of their emotions.


    Most assassins who failed in their missions would be extremely emotional, and their readings would drop to below fifty.


    Greensource Corp had put in a great deal of effort into researching this and found that there was a wonderfully strange corrtion between the human body and their emotions.


    If an assassin''s emotions were at a reading of a hundred, they would be able to move with all of their power. Simrly, an assassin with an emotional reading of fifty would have their powers cut in half as a result.


    The watch was the Judge''s best tool to assess an assassin''s emotions. After all, an assassin would be easier to deal with if they were in a more emotional state.


    Greensource Corp had a perfect killing system with strict rules enforced in both internal and external cases that even people like Jeckle and Demetra would not be able to outsmart.


    They were merely robots operating for the gigantic system that was Greensource Corp. The only people who truly benefited from the fruits of thisbor were the higher-ups of thispany. Yet these higher-ups had never revealed their identities before, and thus no one knew what they looked like or who they were.


    Despite this, every member of Greensource Corp still enjoyed the treatment they received from thepany. After all, there were strict rules in ce that would grant them the benefits and power they earned or deserved as long as they minded their own business and did their job.


    To these powerless people, Greensource Corp was their pir of support. This was where they obtained their power and status, some even getting revenge.


    It was considerably difficult to climb up the ranks in society, and thus everyone here deeply treasured their position at Greensource Corp.


    The man in the suit stared at Demetra as if he were a work of art at an exhibition. "You might not know this, but there was an assassin who failed an A-level mission before you. Do you know how he chose to have his life ended? You''ll never guess it. He chose a grenade. Pity he tried to escape, the sly bastard. You know how this works. If he isn''t dead, I will be. And so, he had to die. I caught him and chained him down by the wrists and ankles, then wrapped a red-hot wire around his neck and pulled. It was like the sky brightened after that."


    Dametra looked at him calmly. "Don''t worry. I know I screwed up big time. I''m not going to escape."


    "Ha. You wouldn''t have the chance to even if you wanted to do that."


    Half an hourter, Demetra brought the man in the suit to an abandoned factory west of Aidementon.


    The man put Demetra in handcuffs before tossing Demetra''s sword onto the ground with a mocking smile. "Your weapon''s right here. You''re free to run."


    Demetra shook his head, a forlorn expression on his face. "I know I won''t be any match for you, sir. Please make it quick and take me out of my misery."


    The man got down on one knee, snapping his briefcase open as he smiled at Demetra about a dozen meters away. "Alright, then. How would you like to end your life?"


    "A howitzer," said Demetra.


    "Ha, I knew you were a tough one! Consider that wish granted."


    The man in the suit assembled the weapon, kneeling on one knee as he aimed the barrel at Demetra with a smirk. "Goodbye forever, dear Demetra."


    The howitzer fired with a loud sound, hitting Demetra''s body and sending him flying before exploding mid-air and filling the air with a thick cloud of smoke.