The person bound hand and foot in chains was Lu Qingqing. When she saw Fan Lang enter, her eyes widened, her gaze sharp and imposing. As a Star Sea Divine Constable, she had fought countless battles and killed innumerable people, possessing a fierceness no weaker than any man's.
"What exactly do you want by keeping me trapped here?" Lu Qingqing asked coldly.
"There are plenty of things I want to do. For example, first do that, then do that, wash up after that, then do that with that again." Fan Lang slowly sat down and spoke casually.
"You're incoherent and talking nonsense!"
"It was just a cold joke. I didn't expect you to understand it. Fine, let's talk seriously. I have good news for you: you'll soon regain your freedom."
Lu Qingqing's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. Half believing and half doubting, she asked, "Really? You're not playing tricks on me?"
"Of course not. I'm not that bored. Since I said I'd let you go, I definitely will."
"Are you planning to turn yourself in? If you release me voluntarily and obediently confess your crimes, returning with me to Xuanji Fortress, I can put in a good word for you with my superiors and try to get you a lighter sentence. The sea of suffering has no shore; turn back and you'll find salvation. It's not too late for you to surrender now. That would be the wise choice."
"Stop, stop. You're overthinking it. I only said I'd release you; I never said I'd turn myself in. Those are two different things."
"You refuse to turn yourself in?" Lu Qingqing considered it briefly. "Then you mean to release me and escape on your own?"
"I won't turn myself in, and I won't escape either."
"What exactly are you plotting?"