It had to be said that Chief Fang's personality was exceptionally vile.
Back when he was at the Guardians' Southeast Headquarters, he had kept this personality somewhat restrained. At that time, he merely couldn't stand idle people milling around before his eyes. As long as they left his line of sight, things were basically a little easier.
But at the Sole True Sect Headquarters, Chief Fang's temper had erupted completely.
Because he simply didn't regard the people under the Main Trial Hall as human! If they worked themselves to death, they had it coming!
Better to work themselves to death and be done with it! Although the Headquarters had issued no new missions after Ten Thousand Souls Return to One, clearly intending to let the people from the Main Trial Hall rest for a while, even Yan Nan and the other old devils knew that these ten days had been brutally exhausting.
No matter how many cases there were, people still needed to catch their breath.
Surely they couldn't really work everyone to death?
But Lord of the Night Demon didn't consider that at all: I don't rest, so what are you resting for?
Get your asses back to work! "All of you, go! Follow my method and search for traces of the Guardians' hidden lines! If you can't find anything within three days, you'll get demerits!"
"As long as you fail to find anything, each person gets ten strikes of the Poison Dragon Whip a day!"
"If you can't find anything in five days, on the fifth day each person gets fifty strikes of the Poison Dragon Whip!"
"If you can't find anything in ten days, I'll chop off all your heads!"
Of course, he knew they wouldn't find anything.
But that didn't mean they could stop searching. In