Divine Capital rain always comes without warning.
The pattering raindrops hit the thick blue tiles of Heavenly Prison and formed a curtain of water along the eaves, isolating this hell on earth from the prosperity of the outside world.
Fang Mo sat on the Purple Gold Chair that completely belonged to him, flipping through the accounts compiled by Qian Dagui.
"Helian Cheng has made a lot of money over the years." Fang Mo pointed to a line of numbers on the account book, "The Peace Silver extracted from each house every month alone is fifty thousand taels. Plus the commission from the underground black market, this old guy is much richer than me."
"That's right." Qian Dagui was busy calculating the dividends to Old Yan without raising his head, "But these are all ours now. Boss, I have asked people to take over those hidden lines. From now on, we will monopolize the business in Heavenly Prison."
"Not only should we monopolize it, but we should also make it bigger."
Fang Mo closed the account book and looked at the rain curtain outside the window.
"How much money can you make just by collecting protection fees? I want to make this Heavenly Prison into Divine Capital and the biggest Intelligence Exchange."
This is his real layout.
With [Netherworld Ghost Eye] and [Record of Punishing Crimes], he can see anyone's most secret Sins and weaknesses. As long as he enters this Heavenly Prison, where I'm afraid even a piece of Shitou, Fang Mo can squeeze out oil. And these secrets in Divine Capital, Power Vortex, are more valuable than gold.
"Where is Mo Qianshan?" Fang Mo asked.
"In Block D prison." Old Yan puffed on his cigarette pouch, "Those tough guys heard that you were in power, and some of them were unconvinced and wanted to cause trouble. Mo Qianshan took Iron Bull over, and I guess he's explaining 'reason' to them right now."
The so-called "reasoning" naturally means breaking bones.
"Let him take it easy, don't beat him to death." Fang Mo warned, "The living prisoners are resources, and the dead are just rotten meat."
Just as he was talking, a jailer hurried over.
"Master Prison Overseer! There is someone outside asking to see you."
"Who?"
"Head Steward of Marquis Yongding's Estate."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows. This is a rare visitor. Although Liu Sanbian (Wumian)'s affairs are kept secret, old foxes like Marquis Yongding may not be aware of it. The people sent here now are mostly to explore the truth.
"Take him to the Side Hall." Fang Mo stood up and straightened his robe, "By the way, take 'Young Master Liu' with you."
Inside the Side Hall, a well-dressed middle-aged man was pacing anxiously. He is Marquis Yongding's confidant and an old man who watched Liu Sanbian grow up.
Seeing Fang Mo come in, Head Steward quickly saluted, but he couldn't hide a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"Director Fang, I came here to visit my young master on the order of the Marquis."
"Visit?" Fang Mo sat down and picked up the tea cup, "Didn't the Marquis say that he had severed ties with this young master a long time ago? Why, do you think of this son again?"
Head Steward's face stiffened and he laughed dryly, "After all, blood is thicker than water. The Marquis heard that the prison is not peaceful recently, and he is afraid that the young master will be wronged..."
"No grievance." Fang Mo clapped his hands.
Behind the screen, a figure wearing Moon White Long Gown slowly walked out.
He has a face like a crown jewel, elegant temperament, and holds a Folding Fan in his hand. It is "Liu Sanbian".
Head Steward was stunned. He thought he would see a cripple who had been tortured into a human shape, but he didn't expect that his young master was not only unscathed, but his complexion was rosy, and even his cultivation seemed to have improved.
"Uncle Fu."
Wumian spoke. Whether it was his voice, tone, or just the right hint of indifference and alienation in his eyes, they were exactly the same as the real Liu Sanbian.
"Lord Fang has taken great care of me these days." Wumian walked behind Fang Mo and poured a cup of tea for Fang Mo naturally. "Since father asked you to come, please keep the fifty thousand taels Banknotes. This is a thank you to Lord Fang for taking care of me."
"Five... fifty thousand taels?" Head Steward's eyes almost popped out of his head. Although the Marquis asked him to bring the money, it was only ten thousand taels. Why did he open his mouth and double it five times?
"What? Father is not willing?" Wumian's eyes turned cold, and Folding Fan closed his hands suddenly, "If you are reluctant to part with this little money, then I won't come back to this Marquis's Estate door in the future."
This arrogant and prodigal spirit is simply possessed by Liu Sanbian himself.
Head Steward wiped his sweat and thought that this young man was indeed the same Troublemaker Demon King.
"Here! Here!" Head Steward gritted his teeth and took out a stack of Banknotes from his arms. He also scraped together the personal money he had with him and finally got enough. "As long as the young master is well, the Marquis will be relieved."
After sending away Head Steward who looked sore, Fang Mo looked at Banknotes on the table and smiled.
"Well done."
Wumian bowed and saluted, and the expression on his face disappeared instantly, turning back into a blank slate without any Five Senses, and then turned back into the cold jailer appearance.
"The Lord praises me greatly."
"Go back and stare at Marquis Yongding." Fang Mo put away Banknotes, "That old fox has been very close to Ministry of War recently. I want to know what they are plotting. Especially about the movements of Western Desert."
"Yes." Wumian's body swayed, turning into a shadow and disappearing in the corner.
This is the most perfect spy. Not only can he replace his identity, but he can also transmit information through Prison Suppressor at any time. Marquis Yongding never dreamed that his "son" has become a sharp knife planted in his heart by Fang Mo.
At this moment, Old Yan ran in again, looking a little panicked.
"Fang Tou, it's bad! The people from Demon Suppression Division are here!"
"Demon Suppression Division?" Fang Mo frowned, "Li Mingyue?"
"It's not Commander Li." Old Yan shook his head, "It's a red-faced man I've never seen before, and he brought a team of people. He said he was entrusted by Imperial Order to take over the body of Blood Infant Rakshasa. And... and they also brought an official document from Ministry of Justice, saying they wanted to investigate the cause of Helian Cheng's death!"
Fang Mo's eyes instantly turned cold.
I'm here to pick peaches and splash dirty water on them.
Blood Infant Rakshasa has been swallowed by him, where can the body be taken over by them? As for checking the cause of Helian Cheng's death, it is a drunkard's intention.
"What's the name of the leader?"
"It seems his name is Zhou Tong. He is said to be the new Demon Suppression Division Deputy Commander."
Fang Mo stood up and moved his neck, making a clicking sound.
"Let's go."
Fang Mo picked up Spring Embroidered Saber·Dark Night on the table and strode outside.
"I just killed a chicken. It seems that this Monkey hasn't understood the show yet. In that case, let's kill another one."