When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, he saw... a familiar ceiling.
Well, he had lived here for two years already.
Fang Zheng sat up in bed and stretched. Sunlight streamed through the prison window, bringing a hint of warmth with it.
"Cradling a steamed bun in my hands, not a drop of oil in the dish..."
Humming as he sang, Fang Zheng got out of bed and began washing up.
Just as he had expected, Fang Zheng was imprisoned afterward. Strictly speaking, what he had done counted as a righteous act, but the people of this world already feared and hated the immense power of the Star Vein Generation. In the end, Fang Zheng was convicted of intentional homicide. Of course, that had been his intention.
Back in court, the prosecutor had asked Fang Zheng why, as someone from the Star Vein Generation with such tremendous power, he had not merely subdued the bandits but killed them instead. Fang Zheng's answer had been, "What meaning is there in letting trash like that live? What's wrong with killing them?"
That answer immediately shocked the entire courtroom, and naturally, Fang Zheng was sentenced to fifty years in prison for intentional homicide.
As for the Katou Style, after Fang Zheng was taken away, they never sent anyone to visit him. Later, Fang Zheng learned that the Katou Style had publicly announced that they had severed all ties with him.
To outsiders, he looked like the very embodiment of someone abandoned by everyone, a bitter man raging against the world.
And that was exactly what Fang Zheng wanted!
Wasn't this the whole point of polishing his résumé?
Just imagine it: a boy abandoned by his parents at birth, withdrawn by nature and unable to get along with those around him. He stepped forward