They did not know what had happened, but they could feel that this refined, aloof young man was more terrifying than any executioner they had ever seen.
Dai Mobai turned and looked at Chen Fan.
His expression remained indifferent, his voice utterly steady, as though he had merely crushed an ant.
"Chief Chen, I will take everyone here."
Chen Fan froze for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes! Since Your Highness has asked, every one of them is yours!"
As he spoke, cold sweat had already soaked his back.
The instant Dai Mobai had struck, he had sensed an extraordinarily terrifying aura.
It had vanished in a flash, yet it had made his soul power tremble almost uncontrollably.
As chief of the Evil Suppression Office, he had seen countless vicious criminals, but not one had ever made him feel this way.
Without looking at that cell again, Dai Mobai turned and continued forward.
"How many more like these are on this floor?"
His voice drifted back from ahead, calm and casual.
Chen Fan hurried after him, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and began explaining in earnest.
As he spoke, he rapidly weighed things in his mind.
Dai Mobai's meaning had been perfectly clear. He wanted not one prisoner, but this entire floor.
Chen Fan felt a little pained-these prisoners were, after all, "assets" of the Evil Suppression Office. But on second thought, they were scum whose deaths would be no loss. Being used to curry favor with His Highness would instead give them one last shred of value.
Li Yue followed at the rear. As she passed that cell, she glanced sideways at the shriveled corpse sprawled on the floor.
Then she withdrew her gaze.
When she looked at Dai Mobai's back again, the corners of her