Not long after, Sun Zong, the head of the Enforcement Department, emerged from the Cultivation Room again with several guests.
As expected, these guests had also been put in handcuffs.
Sun Zong stood before the crowd, his cold eyes beneath the mask sweeping over the group of captives.
"Now, press your handprints onto this paper one by one."
He took out a sheet of black paper covered in gilded writing.
When everyone saw the golden text on the black paper, their faces changed drastically.
One of them shouted:
"Sir, isn't this a confession! We're merely customers of this shop, not suspects at all! Why are you making us confess!"
The contents written on the black paper were unmistakably a confession admitting guilt.
Once they pressed their handprints onto it, they would become criminals and face punishment.
The confession bore special formation runes that could never be erased.
Should they flee, they would be wanted throughout Void Light City and would never be able to turn their lives around!
Sun Zong had no intention of explaining. His voice was indifferent and icy.
"Confess now. Once your five-hundred-year sentence is complete, you will naturally be released."
One captured Fourth Level God King retorted, "But we're not guilty at all!"
"This King says you are guilty, so you are guilty!"
Sun Zong raised the black confession in his hand before the speaker. "Either press your handprint, or die!"
Only by making this group sign the confessions could they be sent off to test medicine or mine.
The necessary procedures still had to be followed. If they did not follow procedure, then should anything happen in the future, they would not even have an excuse to absolve themselves.
"I won't press it! I'm innocent!"
The captured Fourth Level God King held his head high,