Breaking the Chains [Mission]

Jian was a relatively lucky person. People who had gone through similar things to what he had would have either curled up and died or simply become a broken shell of a man, and his life wasn't even one of the worst ones out there. 

Even if his young life had been consumed by his parents forcing him to work to make them money, he had never been beaten. He had been neglected, sure, and had been used as a tool to make money, but he was no slave. Thus, he had something to thank whatever god there was for.

If that wasn't enough, Jian loved bastards, cripples and broken things and few things were more broken than a slave, especially those who had become comfortable in their role. It was this reason that, after hearing a few rumours about a slavery ring, Jian decided to go out and check what it was for himself.

Moving towards the small building on the edge of town, Jian didn't even feel like he needed to worry about the pair of guards who were standing outside the building. the way they were bickering with each other, it was clear that they didn't think that they had anything to worry about either. That was good, people with their defences down were usually much easier marks. 

Eventually winding up standing in front of the two men, pulling one of his fans out and gently wafting cool air towards his face, he smiled almost flirtatiously at the guards. 
"Tell me, boys, do you know that slavery is illegal under the new King's laws?" The men seemed taken aback by the sheer directness of the man's words, and that shock gave him a few seconds to react. 

Striking forwards with his fan, he slammed it through the front of the man's neck, slitting open his throat. It wasn't perhaps as stealthy as his other kills had been, but this didn't require stealth. The other man had fallen from the exact same thing before his sword was out of his sheath, collapsing to the floor clutching his throat. 

"Oh, do be quiet. I pierced your wind-pipe, you wouldn't be able to speak properly even if you tried." A small smile crossed his face as he walked past the pair, moving into the building and nonchalantly cleaning the blood off his fan. 
"Good boys."

Entering the building, Jian took note of the strong sense of death that the entire place seemed to radiate. Slave trading was a very lucrative business to those who benefited from it, but it caused a lot of death to those involved. Not so much to the slavers, although the two outside might have disagreed with that little conclusion, but more to do with the victims. Hell, he'd heard rumors about people leaving the corpses of dead unsold slaves around to demoralize the others. If it was so, it sure as hell smelled like it in here. 

It wasn't very hard to find the man behind this whole operation. Or, perhaps claiming that he was the man behind it was too generous. Rather, he was the man who was leading this particular outlet of it. He was standing in front of a line of cages with men inside, and was cracking a whip as if to remind them exactly who held the power in their position. It was pathetic, and also unspeakably aggravating. 

Moving silently behind the man, Jian applied a quick dose of a little red vial's contents onto the blade of his weapon, before slicing down the man's back. He instantly began to freak out, the pain of the wound only adding to the shock and confusion that his poison was designed to contain.

Yet, somehow, in that shock and confusion the man still managed to turn around and use that damned whip of his. Jian's surprise at the man's resistance to his poison allowed him to get a strike across the wrist of his left arm. It stung like hell, but he wasn't going to let the man know that. No... rather, as he slashed the still opened, poisoned fan across the man's face, he just laughed. 

This was going to be cathartic. 

What happened next is best not to describe, and the slaves who witnessed his act probably won't ever speak of it as to do would rat out their saviour, but suffice to say they never found the man's body in a single piece again, and there was no signs of a struggle when the guards found the scene, though there were several score cages with the locks cut off. 

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