"This hype job is way too obvious, isn't it?!"
An angry spectator stood up and shouted a harsh accusation at Luka on the field:
"Anyone who fights him either surrenders or mysteriously withdraws! They must all have made shady deals behind the scenes!"
"Maybe it really was all just a coincidence?"
"A coincidence? How could there be that many coincidences! Is he Conan or something?!"
Watching Shemo get taken away right before his eyes, Luka was at a loss for a moment.
How had his challenge match become so absurd again?
Winning outright was always good, but Luka still found it strangely unsettling.
"Oh, right. As corroborating evidence in the case, the Ten Lords' Decree would like you to make a trip to the Imprisonment Prison to assist with the investigation." A Cloud Knight came over to remind him.
"When you give your statement, just tell the truth. If you don't know something, say you don't know. Don't let this affect your later matches."
"Ah... okay."
After that, Luka had no choice but to make a trip to the grim and terrifying Imprisonment Prison.
A place called a prison was more like the underworld.
It wasn't just the architecture that looked hellish—even the soldiers here looked especially like ghosts.
"Executive Officer, sir, I'm a little scared." Walking behind him, Luka felt a chill run down his back.
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Huan turned around.
"I keep feeling like this place is haunted!" Luka looked around. The paths on both sides of the Imprisonment Prison were utterly empty, and the cold wind only made the place feel more sinister.
"Don't be afraid."
Yan Huan's face gradually twisted into a ghastly expression, his voice turning hoarse. "Isn't there something keeping you company..." The next moment, he turned into black mist