In the square outside the Heavenly Prison's main gate, the rain had not eased. Instead, it poured as though the heavenly river had overturned, battering people so hard they could barely open their eyes.
Four men in Flying Fish Robes, Spring Embroidered Sabers at their waists, stood in the rain. Invisible force deflected the rain three inches above their heads, sending up a haze of white mist. Their leader's face was cold and hard as iron. A Black Iron Box half a man's height was strapped to his back, and a suffocating killing aura radiated from him.
One of the Four Great Divine Constables of the Six Doors: the Iron-Faced Judge, Leng Lingqi.
Behind him, thirty elite constables spread out in a fan, hands on their saber hilts, their gazes fixed on the Heavenly Prison's tightly shut Black Iron Gate.
"My lord, it's already been a quarter of an hour." A gold-badge head constable wiped the rain from his face, his expression resentful. "Fang Mo is nothing but a lowly warden, yet he dares leave us waiting in the rain? Even the Minister of Justice doesn't put on such airs!"
Leng Lingqi remained expressionless, merely staring at the Beast Head Copper Ring on the gate.
"He's establishing his authority."
Leng Lingqi's voice sounded like two pieces of raw iron scraping together, carrying a metallic chill.
"Ghost Hand Zhang's life tablet shattered half an hour ago. Fang Mo not only killed him, but destroyed the body and erased the evidence. Leaving us hanging here now is his way of telling everyone in the Divine Capital that this Heavenly Prison belongs to Fang."
"Arrogant!" the head constable roared. "Every inch beneath heaven is the sovereign's land. The Heavenly Prison is a vital institution of the Imperial Court. Is Fang Mo trying to