Night had fallen.
There was no distinction between day and night in the Heavenly Prison, only the unchanging dim yellow glow of the ever-burning lamps.
The new duty room had yet to be repaired, so Fang Mo had temporarily requisitioned the sixth prison cell in Cell Block C, Room 9 as a place to stay.
It had originally held a notorious bandit. Now it had been cleared out and furnished with a simple desk.
On the desk sat a severed head.
It belonged to the jailer squad leader who had led the troublemaking that day, one of Zhao Kuo's trusted men.
Fang Mo held a small pedicure knife, intently trimming the excess rotting flesh from the head. His movements were gentle, as though he were sculpting a work of art.
"Sir, I've found everything out."
Old Yan pushed the door open and entered, holding several crumpled slips of paper.
He glanced at the head on the desk. His eyelid twitched, but he quickly regained his composure.
"The three toughest men under Zhao Kuo's control are the Bloody Hand Butcher, Mo Qianshan, in Cell Block C, Cell 3; the Flower Thief, the Jade Faced Young Master, in Cell Block C, Cell 7; and..." Old Yan paused, his tone growing somewhat grave. "And that old monster in Cell Block C, Room 1, the Poison Hand Medicine King, Sun Bue."
"Sun Bue?" Fang Mo stopped what he was doing and raised his brows slightly.
He had heard that name before.
Eighteen years ago, the man had used his consummate poison arts to poison an entire city's inhabitants to death, all to refine a single Myriad Poison Pill.
Only after three Commanders of the Demon Suppression Division joined forces to surround and attack him had he finally been captured.
Fang Mo had not expected