The night at Block C, Room Shen prison has never been so quiet. After the screams of Liu Sanbian suddenly stopped, the prisoners in the entire corridor shrank their heads into the straw. Although they could not see what happened, the cold atmosphere coming from Block C, Room Seven made every criminal who was carrying a murder case feel a chill from Soul Depth.
When Fang Mo brought Mo Qianshan back to Duty Room, Old Yan was staring at a Oil Lamp in a daze. Seeing that there was no figure wearing Moon White Long Gown behind Fang Mo, Old Yan's eyelids twitched, but he was smart enough not to ask.
"Is it done?" Old Yan knocked off the ashes.
"That's it." Fang Mo sat back Grand Tutor Chair, picked up the hot tea that Qian Dagui had just made and took a sip, "Li Yan wanted to borrow a knife to kill people, but unfortunately this knife is also cartilage and will break after a slight break."
At this time, Wumian has been re-Containment into [Prison Suppressor] by Fang Mo. Then Painted Skin's Divine Ability can not only make him ever-changing, but also more important What's more, Fang Mo now has a trump card that can directly penetrate into any Divine Capital mansion. Marquis Yongding never dreamed that the "corpse" he regarded as an abandoned son would one day stand behind him in the face of his most trusted person.
"Fang Tou, Li Yan over there..." Old Yan was a little worried.
"He should be more anxious than me now." Fang Mo sneered.
Sure enough, in less than a moment of burning the incense, a jailer hurried over to deliver the letter. But the jailer was neither a member of Zhao Kuo nor a confidant of Li Yan. Instead, he had a strange face and wore a dark gold armor that was only available at General Prison.
"Chief Prison Warden order!" The jailer showed no expression as he presented a gilded invitation with both hands, "In three days, Prison Overseer Election. Block C, Room Shen prison will be opened. All Deputy Prison Overseer level or above, or those who have performed major meritorious services, can participate."
The invitation was placed on the table, and the large gilded characters looked like mocking smiling faces.
Old Yan took a breath of cold air. "How could it be so fast? According to the rules, Prison Overseer Election must announce it at least one month in advance. It only took one night..."
"Because some people can't wait any longer." Fang Mo picked up the invitation and rubbed the complicated lines on it with his fingertips.
Li Yan is scared.
The incident of Mo Qianshan made him realize that Fang Mo held enough chips to cause Divine Capital to tremble. Once the incident of Liu Sanbian was exposed, Marquis Yongding would not be able to spare him. Under attack from both front and back, he must immediately solve the hidden danger of Fang Mo.
But he didn't dare to do it himself, so he used his connections in General Prison to force the election to advance.
"This is a Hongmen Banquet." Qian Dagui poked his head out from the pile of books, "Boss, I heard that this election is not that simple. Not only our Block C prison people, I heard that the thorns in other houses are also coming to get involved. They have long been jealous of our oil and water, and even more jealous of your knife."
"Then let them come." Fang Mo threw the invitation to Mo Qianshan casually, "There is a lot of excitement when there are many people. I am worried that there will be no birds in my mouth these days. Don't waste the food delivered to your door."
In the next two days, the atmosphere in Heavenly Prison was extremely depressing.
Warden in each house was secretly mobilizing troops and generals, and the sound of sharpening knives in the weapons shop continued all night long. Those forces that usually stayed in harmony began to have frequent contacts and alliances. All the spearheads were pointed at Block C, Room Shen prison, intentionally or unintentionally, and at the young man named Fang Mo.
Rumors spread.
Some people say that Fang Mo is a straw bag who relied on his father's influence to rise to power; some say that he just picked up the slack in Western Desert; some even rumor that he practices Evil Arts and is already Qi Deviation. There are obviously people behind these rumors who are adding fuel to the flames, with the purpose of arousing public indignation and making Fang Mo the target of public criticism at the beginning of the campaign.
In this regard, Fang Mo has no response.
In the past two days, apart from eating and sleeping, he had been "retreating" in Block C, Room Seven's private room that originally belonged to Liu Sanbian. No one knew what he was doing, and even Old Yan only occasionally heard a few creepy whispers coming from inside.
The third day, early morning.
Heavenly Prison Training Ground--Demon Suppressing Platform, the largest ones in the center, are now completely surrounded.
On the towering podium, there are three chairs. Sitting on the left is Li Yan. He has changed into a brand new official robe today, and his face is radiant, as if the previous decline has been wiped away. Sitting on the right is a middle-aged man wearing Red Robe, that is Prison Overseer of Block B prison, known as "Fire Judge".
The Purple Gold Chair in the middle, which symbolizes the authority of Chief Prison Warden, is empty.
There was only one eunuch wearing Python Robe standing next to the chair, holding a handful of Imperial Sword in his hand. That was Inspector Envoy, which represented Imperial Power.
Under the stage, more than a dozen warden who participated in the election were lined up on both sides. They all had strong auras and were accompanied by their own elite teams. Zhao Kuo was also among them. Although he was suppressed by Fang Mo last time, he had taken some magic medicine in the past two days, and his aura was actually a bit stronger than before. His eyes looking at Fang Mo were full of resentment and provocation.
Fang Mo stands at the end of the line.
He only brought two people with him.
On the left is Iron Bull, who is carrying a giant hammer and is as silent as a mountain. On the right is Mo Qianshan, who is wearing Iron Mask and exudes the aura of death.
Where the three people stood, there was a vacuum within two feet. No one wanted to get close, as if the people standing there were not people, but three evil ghosts from hell.
"The auspicious time has come!"
Python Robe Eunuch on the stage shouted in a high voice.
Li Yan stood up, his eyes swept across the audience, and finally rested on Fang Mo for a moment, with a sinister curve at the corner of his mouth.
"There will be no competition in martial arts or literary talent in this campaign."
The voice of Li Yan spread throughout the audience with the blessing of Internal Energy.
"Heavenly Prison is the place to suppress Demon. If you can't even suppress the prisoners, how can you talk about Prison Overseer?"
He waved his hand and pointed at the huge, tightly closed iron door on the side of Training Ground. Behind the door was Block D prison, which was also where the largest number and most diverse group of ordinary felons were imprisoned.
"First round of assessment: A riot broke out in Block D prison, and a hundred ghosts walked at night. Whoever can suppress the riot in the entire prison within an hour without killing anyone will be the leader of the first round!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Not killing anyone?
You must know that Block D prison imprisoned thousands of desperadoes. These people are usually imprisoned with extreme violence. Once they riot, they will become a group of Mad Dog. If you don't kill people to suppress them? This is simply letting people die!
"This old guy is playing dirty tricks." Old Yan cursed in a low voice in the audience, "Block D prison's prisoners were deprived of food two days ago and are starving to death. If they are released now, anyone who enters will be torn into pieces."
Fang Mo smiled.
He looked up at the upright Li Yan on the stage, his eyes were like looking at a clown who was performing hard.
"A riot? This is not a riot."
Fang Mo straightened his collar and took the lead to walk towards the iron door.
"This is obviously a meal delivered to me."