The wood of Grand Tutor Chair is Hundred-Year Old Elm, which is hard, but is made as warm as jade by the fat body of Wang Youan.
Fang Mo sat on it, and he didn't feel the same discomfort as Magpie Occupies Magpie's Nest. Instead, he felt that this position was just right to support his tired body.
Old Huang was kneeling on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
He knew that if he could not give a satisfactory explanation to the new master today, let alone this Block C, Room Shen prison errand, he might not even be able to get out of this door.
"Fang Tou, let me tell you straight."
Old Huang gritted his teeth and raised his head suddenly. The old face that was originally full of philistineness and cunningness, now only had a determination to fight for it.
"The knife in your waist has caused trouble."
Fang Mo didn't have much reaction when he heard this.
His hand rested on the handle of the knife ground from Dragon Blood Qilin Horse's spine, and his fingertips tapped unconsciously, making a dull sound.
"Blood Soul?" Fang Mo chuckled, "I know it causes trouble. On the way back from Western Desert, half of the people came for my head, and the other half came for this knife. But what does this have to do with Lao Wang?"
"It's a big deal!" Old Huang's voice rose a little higher, and then he seemed to realize something. He glanced at the closed door warily, and lowered his voice, "Your news that Blood Soul is alive has now spread like crazy in Divine Capital. I don't know which wicked bandit made the rumor, saying that this knife was Heavenly Soldiers that Fang Dashan cut off from the hand of the one in heaven when Divine Capital Chaos was eighteen years ago, and it contains the secret leading to the God King Realm."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows.
God King Realm?
This rumor is half true.
This sword has indeed killed gods, and it does have some evil qualities.
But in his opinion, this is just a butcher's knife left behind by his cheap dad. Its only advantage is that it is fast and hard enough to chop people with ease.
"Is it because of this?" Fang Mo said in a playful tone, "Lao Wang was afraid of being implicated, so he ran away?"
"Wang Tou'er That's to make room for you!"
Old Huang was so anxious that his eyes were red, "Divine Capital Those noble people don't dare to touch you on the surface, after all, you have a bad reputation now.
But secretly, how many pairs of eyes are staring at this Block C, Room Shen prison?
Wang Tou'er If he were here, given his relationship with your father, he would definitely bear the brunt.
With him gone, this Block C, Room Nine has become a no-man's land. In order to compete for this position and to have legitimate access to you, all parties will have to knock their brains out."
Old Huang swallowed his saliva and continued, "Now Heavenly Prison's situation has long turned into a mess.
Prison Overseer Li Yan That old fox, who usually looks so majestic, is now sitting on pins and needles.
There was pressure from above to keep an eye on this knife, and the informants from the wealthy families below were all restless.
Li Yan's position is unsettled."
Fang Mo's fingers stopped tapping.
"So..." Old Huang took a deep breath, as if spitting out the biggest secret in his heart, "Chief Prison Warden, our Heavenly Prison, is preparing to reopen Block C Prison Overseer Election. In name, it is to select talents, but in fact, we just want to make the water muddy. We are going to choose Prison Overseer from the twelve rooms with the word C. You are a hot contender!"
"Top contender?"
Fang Mo chewed on these few words, an icy coldness flashed in his eyes.
This is not a competitor, he is clearly being roasted on the fire.
Let him be the target of public criticism and let everyone who is staring at Blood Soul point their fingers at him.
As long as he makes a slight mistake in the election process, even if he dies in a corner, his superiors can excuse him by saying that he "does official business and his skills are inferior to others."
Chief Prison Warden This trick of killing people with a borrowed knife is really easy to play.
"I think not only do you want to run for Prison Overseer, but there are also many people who are thinking about my Blood Soul."
Fang Mo leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the chair, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth, "These Divine Capital people always forget to eat and not fight. Western Desert has killed so many people, but it still can't satisfy their appetite?"
Old Huang smiled coquettishly, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something more, but under the gaze of Fang Mo's eyes that seemed to see everything, he finally did not dare to speak again.
He knew that the man in front of him looked young, but in fact the gap in his heart was deeper than anyone else.
Those so-called conspiracies and calculations may really be just a joke in the face of his absolute power.
"Okay."
Fang Mo waved his hand, and the aggressive aura on his face instantly subsided, returning to his lazy look.
"I understand this. You can go out." He pointed to the door, "How are you arranging the people I brought here just now? If they are done shopping, call them in. I have something to tell you."
"No!"
Old Huang, as if he had received an amnesty, got up from the ground, ignored the dust on his knees, bowed and bowed, and walked backwards out of the room.
As the door closed, the lazy look on Fang Mo's face disappeared instantly.
He took out the string of Human Bone Prayer Beads from his pocket and placed it on the table. The remnant soul of Jie Se in the bead showed a faint shadow, rubbing his hands with a wretched expression.
"Fang Shizhu, this place Sha Qi is heavy." Jie Se sniffed, with a look of intoxication on his face, "The poor monk feels that the things locked in here are more delicious than those Western Desert bald donkeys."
"Delicious?" Fang Mo sneered, stood up from Grand Tutor Chair, walked to the rusty shackles on the wall, and stretched out his hand to touch the dark red rust on them, "These Block C, Room Shen prison are imprisoned by evil spirits who eat people without spitting out their bones. If you want to eat them, you must first see if your teeth are strong enough."
He turned around and looked out the window at the sky that was fragmented by the high wall.
"Since they want to play, then I will play big with them." Fang Mo's voice echoed in the empty room, carrying a palpitating smell of blood, "Run for Prison Overseer? Hehe, it's not them who has the final say on what Heavenly Prison's last name will be in the future."
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Qian Dagui walked in, followed by Iron Bull who was expressionless and Li Mingyue who was being supported.
"Boss, this place..." Qian Dagui pointed to the corridor outside with a confused look on his face.
"Isn't the environment too bad? The guy named Liu Heng just took me to see the cell. Good guy, the people in there are like wild beasts. They stared at me as if they wanted to eat me alive."
Fang Mo walked back to the desk and sat down again.
"Just get used to it." Fang Mo pointed to the chairs next to him.
"Sit down. Next, we have to discuss how to chop off the claws that stick out in this human-eating cage."