A Fierce Flurry of Moves; All the Questioning Relied on the Record of Punishing Crimes

Sin Prisoner Liu Mazi, known as Iron Bone Liu, was hated by all at twelve and ran rampant through the countryside at fifteen, stealing chickens and dogs, bullying men and tyrannizing women. By chance, he obtained a fragmentary tome and stepped onto the martial path...

Having entered the martial path, he grew even more brazen, trafficking people, serving as a tiger's accomplice, abducting and selling children, smug and self-satisfied—until Gu Yichuan of Seventh Squad, Wannian County Hundred Households Office, White Tiger Hall, Punishment Department, arrested him and brought him to justice!

The crime of greed, the crime of slaughter, the crime of resisting the law, the crime of slaughter, the crime of abducting and selling people...

Ink spread across the page, and the Fate-Judging Poem appeared:

At twelve, hated by all; at fifteen, mad with pride, Iron Bone rampaged through the streets, leaving children in ruin.

He sold away a thousand homes, dimming their lights; the vast net of law locked down the jackal and wolf.

A clear memory flashed through Fang Mo's mind like a film reel.

South City, a dry well, three feet below, a Black Box.

"Hehe..."

Fang Mo opened his eyes, an ominous smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"I told you. Once the suppression ended, I'd naturally know everything."

He stretched lazily. Looking at the corpse before him, now already cold, he felt no discomfort whatsoever. Instead, he found it to be the most beautiful work of art in the world.

"Dead people are the most obedient."

With a thought, Fang Mo vanished from the cell, his consciousness instantly descending into that blood-colored Prison Suppressor space.

Beneath the Dark Red sky, a new cage appeared out of thin air.

Inside the cage, Iron Bone Liu's soul stared around at West Zhou in bewilderment.

When he saw Fang Mo approaching with a Wolf Tooth Club over his shoulder and a savage grin on his face, his already somewhat sluggish soul suddenly shuddered, letting out a despairing scream.

"No!!! Why is it you again?! I'm already dead! I'm already dead!"

Fang Mo walked up to the cage and tapped the bars with the Wolf Tooth Club in his hand, producing crisp clangs.

"Dead?"

He bent down, his enormous face pressing close to the cage. Looking at the trembling soul within, his voice rumbled through the space like thunder.

"Here, death is only the beginning."

"Welcome to... my Prison Suppressor!"

Outside the cell, at the end of the corridor.

Old Huang and Scarface were squatting in the corner, smoking dry tobacco. Neither looked particularly pleased.

"Old Huang, there's been no sound from inside. Could it be..."

Scarface knocked the ash from his Pipe Bowl and asked hesitantly.

Old Huang sighed and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Ah, the kid's still too young. He doesn't know his own strength. If he really killed the man and we can't find this batch of Red Goods, then when the higher-ups hold us accountable, we'll both catch hell."

Scarface wore an expression of Bad Luck as well.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have let him handle it. Now look at this—we'll have to wipe his ass."

Just as the two were sighing and lamenting.

"Creak—"

The tightly shut Iron Gate was slowly pushed open from within.

Fang Mo emerged with his hands behind his back, looking refreshed and invigorated.

Though his Jailer Uniform was speckled with a little blood, he looked as though he had just finished a full-body spa, his face glowing Red Light and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit so abundant it was frightening.

Old Huang and Scarface exchanged a glance, and both their hearts sank.

It was over.

Looking at him, the man had definitely kicked the bucket.

"Little Mo..."

Old Huang tossed aside his cigarette butt and approached with a miserable expression.

"How's the man?"

Fang Mo grinned and Patted the nonexistent dust from his hands.

"He fell asleep."

"Fell... fell asleep?"

Scarface's mouth twitched.

After screaming like that for so long, he fell asleep? Who the hell was he trying to fool?

That meant he was dead as dead could be!

"Ah, now we're in trouble!"

Old Huang slapped his thigh, pacing in frantic circles.

"The man's dead, the lead's gone. How are we supposed to explain this?"

Watching the two Old Hands panic like ants on a hot pan, Fang Mo drawled.

"What's the rush?"

"Behind the City God Temple in South City, three feet beneath the bottom of that dry well, there's a Black Box."

"That batch of Red Goods is inside."

Huh?

Old Huang and Scarface froze instantly.

The two stood stiffly, as if someone had cast a body-freezing spell on them, staring blankly at Fang Mo.

"What did you say?"

Old Huang could hardly believe his ears.

Fang Mo shrugged, looking utterly innocent.

"I said, he confessed."

"It's at the bottom of the dry well in South City."

Scarface swallowed and cautiously peeked into the cell.

Iron Bone Liu hung from the rack with his head drooping, the Meteor Hammer still stuffed in his mouth. His chest had long since stopped rising and falling, and the pool of blood was a horrifying sight.

This was what he called confessing?

His mouth was stuffed up like that. What was he supposed to confess with? His ass?

Old Huang also looked as though he had seen a ghost, inspecting Fang Mo from head to toe.

"Little Mo... how did you do it?"

Fang Mo gave him a brilliant smile.

"Of course, I moved him with sincerity. He had already seen the light completely and killed himself to atone for his sins."

"All right, uncles, hurry up and retrieve the goods. If someone cuts in and takes them before you get there, don't blame me."

With that, Fang Mo ignored the two old birds frozen in place. Humming an unknown little tune, he swaggered toward the exit with his hands behind his back.

"I want, I want, I want, I want~"

"I want, I am guilty~"

"Heh!"

Watching Fang Mo's receding back disappear into the Shadow, Old Huang felt a chill sweep through his entire body.

This kid...

He was ten thousand times more uncanny than his Dead Ghost Father!

"Old Huang, what do we do?"

Scarface asked, trembling.

Old Huang gritted his teeth, a ruthless gleam flashing in his Eye Depth.

"Report it! Wealth and honor are sought amid danger! If we really find it, we'll count it as this kid's primary merit!"