Inside Cell Block C, Room 9, the Whale Oil ever-burning lamp did not bring much warmth to this cold place. The light and shadow jumped between the reflections on the wall Torture Instrument, pulling out dark spots with teeth and claws.
On the table, a piece of Parchment Map was spread out, with the four corners covered with Torture Instrument stained with dried blood.
Mo Qianshan, who had washed away three years of dirt, stood in front of the map. The prison clothes were replaced by an ill-fitting jailer's soap robe. Under the tight fabric, the muscles were as hard as granite. The bald head had just been shaved, and the crisscross scars on it were nakedly exposed to the light. Each one was a reminder of the days and nights he spent in Death Prison.
At this time, he was a heavy sword that had just come off the whetstone. Although there was no blood, it had cut the air painfully.
His thick, calloused fingers pressed heavily on a curve on the south side of the map.
"South City sanli, Willow Slope."
Mo Qianshan's voice was hoarse and low, as if he had swallowed a handful of gravel. His eyes did not even look at the map, but at a certain point in the void, which seemed to reflect the rainy night when he was framed and imprisoned three years ago.
"Minister of War Zhang Tao is extremely cautious, even a little suspicious. Imperial Court He never takes action in the formal deployment of soldiers and armor, and only lets his subordinates do things according to the rules. Only those who are shady private goods will use this Secret Route. "Mo Qianshan's knuckles turned white, and the tabletop creaked when he pressed it. "On the fifteenth day of every month, tonight, the convoy will leave the city under the guise of transporting scrapped ordnance for recycling, but in fact it will transfer privately forged armor and looted treasures to his Private Manor."
Fang Mo sits on Grand Tutor Chair with a golden sword, and the seal of Block C, Room Shen Prison Warden in his hand turns over on his fingertips.
Old Yan, who was squatting next to him and smoking a cigarette, knocked on Pipe Bowl. Copper Mouthpiece knocked out a spark on the ground, and frowned in the Chinese character "Sichuan": "Master" Yes, this matter is high stakes. Stealing Ministry of War's car is, at the most serious level, treason, and at the lowest level, it's robbery of the royal family. Once the incident happens, it's another matter whether we can save our lives. I'm afraid we'll have to move our heads first."
Fang Mo stopped what he was doing and put the seal heavily on the official document with the ink in front of him that was still wet.
The bright red Ink Pad spreads into the paper, revealing a chilling righteousness.
"Jie Huang Gang?" Fang Mo was sitting on Grand Tutor Chair, wiping Blood Soul Blade. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled, "Old Yan, you are confused. We are enforcing the law impartially."
He picked up an official document he had just written on the table, which was stamped "Special Interrogation Order" with his seal of Block C, Room Shen Prison Warden.
"The criminal Mo Qianshan provided important clues, involving the remnants of the previous dynasty who were plotting evil. In order to find out the truth, I specially interrogated the felons and went to the outside of the city to identify the scene." Fang Mo shook the piece of paper, "This procedure is reasonable, reasonable and legal. As for what we encountered on the road... it was an accident."
Old Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he grinned, showing his big yellow teeth. "High! Really high! We are here to investigate the case. If those Ministry of War cars dare to stop them, they are obstructing official business, and they are doing something wrong."
"Qian Dagui." Fang Mo shouted.
"Yes!" Qian Dagui, who was wiping the giant hammer of Iron Bull, jumped up immediately.
"Go to the accountant and pay five thousand taels of silver to buy some good outfits for the brothers. Don't embarrass us Heavenly Prison when we go out to do errands tonight."
"Okay!" Qian Dagui's face flushed with excitement. This feeling of going out to do things in an upright and open manner is much more exciting than being a good baby at home.
At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
A group of men wearing jailer's black armor left Heavenly Prison quietly. The jailer guarding the gate saw the official document in Fang Mo's hand, and then looked at the giant man behind him who was wearing Iron Mask and exuding a terrifying aura. He didn't even dare to fart, so he opened the city gate obediently.
On the official road outside the city, the cold wind howled.
Willow Slope is a secluded corner with overgrown weeds on both sides. It is indeed a good place for killing people and stealing goods.
Fang Mo and his men lurked in the grass. Iron Bull was carrying Cast Iron Hammer, which weighed eight hundred kilograms, and stood there like an iron tower. Mo Qianshan was lying on the ground, staring at the end of the road, with his fingers dug deep into the soil.
Not long after, a dull sound of wheels came.
A group of unmarked carriages slowly entered the curve. The escorting carriage drivers all had sharp knives hanging on their waists and their eyes were alert. At first glance, they were Lian Jiazi. The leader was riding a tall horse with a long breath, and he was obviously a good player.
"That's him." Mo Qianshan's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Zhang Tao's housekeeper, Liu San. It was he who led his men and tied me into prison."
Fang Mo nodded, stood up, and patted the grass clippings on his butt.
"Work."
He didn't make any sudden attack, he just walked to the middle of the road without hesitation, Blood Soul Blade thrust himself into the ground, blocking the way.
"U--!"
The cavalry was forced to stop. Liu San reined in the reins and looked condescendingly at the young man blocking the road, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Where are you blind? If you don't want to die, get out of here! This is Ministry of War's business!" Liu San shouted.
"Ministry of War?" Fang Mo smiled, took out the crumpled official document from his arms and shook it, "By coincidence, I am from Heavenly Prison. Someone reported that our escaped convicts were hidden in this car, so it is a routine inspection."
"Heavenly Prison?" Liu San was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Heavenly Prison people can't care about Ministry of War's head. Those who know the truth should get out of here, otherwise..."
"What else?"
Fang Mo interrupted him. He turned sideways, revealing the figure with Iron Mask behind him.
"Mo Qianshan, someone told you to get out."
As soon as that name came out, Liu San's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Mo...Mo Qianshan? Aren't you in Death Prison?!"
He was answered with a deafening roar.
Mo Qianshan pulled Iron Mask off his face, revealing a face full of hatred. He didn't need weapons, his hands were the most terrifying weapons. He rushed towards the cavalry like a discharged cannonball, and wherever he passed, the wind howled.
"Liu San! Accept your fate!"
The roar was mixed with endless sorrow, anger and joy.
"Stop him! Stop him quickly!" Liu San screamed in horror, pulling out Waist Knife to resist.
But what he faced was a beast that had been imprisoned for three years and only had killing in its heart.
Mo Qianshan ignored the swords that were slashing at him. He grabbed the neck of a war horse and used both arms to forcefully overthrow the thousand-jin war horse and the guards on its back to the ground.
A battle? No, it was a massacre.
Iron Bull also moved. He swung the giant hammer with simple and rough movements. Every time the hammer fell, a carriage was smashed to pieces, and the guards who tried to resist were turned into pulp.
Fang Mo didn't take any action. He stood in the middle of the road, watching the bloody feast.
He is "eating".
The fear and Despair exuded by those dead guards, as well as the ultimate pleasure of revenge that erupted from Mo Qianshan, turned into wisps of breath, which was inhaled by him, nourishing the hungry Prison Suppressor.
"The debt is received." Fang Mo whispered.