Le Jia

Don't let the people in film and television who were being interrogated and seemed highly resistant to torture fool you.

In reality, even stubbing your toe on a corner could twist your face in pain, never mind such child's play as pulling fingernails or applying hot irons.

Especially when the person being interrogated was someone delicate-skinned and clearly accustomed to a life of luxury.

So the moment the torture began, Bishop Raine spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube.

After confessing, Bishop Raine's face turned ashen.

He knew his future was over.

Though he was not a Fallen, being connected to the Fallen was already a tremendous problem.

After this, he would most likely be stripped of his status and driven from the Martial Soul Hall, reduced to an ordinary Soul Master and no longer the lofty Black-robed Cardinal of the Martial Soul Hall.

Looking at Bishop Raine, who wore the expression of someone who had narrowly survived a disaster, Qian Mo's expression turned strange.

You thought this was over? What a beautiful dream.

Even an amateur intelligence gatherer like him knew better than to believe everything someone said.

Sure enough, after a brief exchange, the people Ye Lulu had brought unanimously concluded that since this man had confessed so readily, there had to be something suspicious about his intelligence!

Therefore, they had to use Great Memory Restoration!

Only then could they ensure the accuracy of the information!

Moments later, bloodcurdling screams echoed through the underground chamber, making it clear just how ruthless the interrogators' methods were.

Seeing this, Qian Mo frowned slightly, as though he could not bear it any longer. In the end, he turned his back and added,

"Everyone, please watch your strength. Don't kill him.

"His crime may appear to be nothing more than sheltering the Fallen. He never personally went out and committed evil.

"But I believe that those who aid tyrants in their wickedness are no better or worse than those who commit evil themselves. Both are among the reasons this world has become so rotten.

"So everyone, spare his life. Leave the Final Judgment to Sister Lulu.

"Let his death become kindling for the justice of our Angel Clan to burn in the future."

The interrogator found that reasonable.

But before he could react, Ye Lulu's eyes suddenly lit up. She slapped Qian Mo hard on the shoulder and praised him.

"Just as expected of you, little Qian Mo! Your brain really works fast.

"That's right. Aside from the chief culprits, trash like this who aid tyrants in their wickedness can't be spared either!"

As for Bishop Raine, the person in question, he was so moved by these words that he burst into tears. He even wished he could end his own life to atone for his sins.

But how could the sharp-eyed interrogator allow such glory to be bestowed upon this scum who had aided tyrants in their wickedness?

With a backhanded slap, he knocked out half the teeth in Bishop Raine's mouth, cutting off Bishop Raine's chance to kill himself.

Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.

Using the excuse that Raine had taken leave to handle personal matters, Qian Mo directly seized control of the Martial Soul Hall.

But Qian Mo had not been happy for long before he became furious.

Since the first priority in managing an organization was finances, Qian Mo checked the accounts first.

Then Qian Mo discovered that that bastard Raine had not fully confessed his information in repentance. Not only had he embezzled public funds meant for the Martial Soul Hall to purchase supplies,

he had also raised the price for ordinary civilians in the city to awaken their Martial Souls by ten percent. While ruining the Martial Soul Hall's reputation, he had used it to line his own pockets!

"Raine, you damned bastard!

"Letting Sister Lulu kill him last night was far too merciful. An evil bastard like him should have been cut into a thousand pieces!"

Qian Mo cursed as he handled official business.

Just then, a rhythmic sound of footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, for Raine to make little Qian Mo curse, he must really be a piece of trash."

As the teasing words fell, the door to Qian Mo's office was pushed open, and a woman in a fiery red fitted outfit strode inside.

She resembled Ye Lulu by eighty percent. As for the remaining twenty percent,

although she possessed the same pair of golden eyes as Ye Lulu, her waist-length hair was a blazing crimson, like flames.

If this woman stood beside Ye Lulu, anyone would believe the two were a pair of sisters.

But in truth, this woman was Ye Lulu's mother. Her name was Le Jia, her Martial Soul was the Blazing Flame Angel, and she was an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo.

So although the collapse of his own image made Qian Mo feel a little unable to hold himself together,

before someone of her status, Qian Mo still obediently stood up, intending to greet her respectfully.

"Auntie Le, hel—"

Before Qian Mo could finish, Le Jia strode briskly to his side.

Then, just like Ye Lulu, she gave Qian Mo a huge hug.

Qian Mo could hardly help suspecting that Ye Lulu had learned her enthusiasm from her mother.

As she did so, Le Jia kept enthusiastically patting and feeling around Qian Mo's body, as if weighing something. She also muttered nonstop,

"Oh, why call me Auntie? Our family connection is so distant. Call me Sister!

"Don't make me sound old!

"By the way, little Mo, you're impressive. You managed to raise yourself so well all on your own. Your soul power cultivation may be a little low, but even Lulu can't compare to your physique among people at the same level."

Qian Mo wanted to resist, but he could not resist at all. He could only give up and let her do as she pleased.

Still, Qian Mo silently complained about how this mother and daughter followed exactly the same routine.

Could Ye Lulu have been led astray by Le Jia?

While Qian Mo's thoughts ran wild, he suddenly felt his feet grow light.

Qian Mo flew into the air—or, more accurately, Le Jia, with four flaming wings growing from her back, carried him away.

Qian Mo was dumbfounded.

The touching and groping had been one thing, but why had she directly packed him up and taken him away? What was so urgent?

Sensing that things seemed to be racing in an unknown direction, Qian Mo did not beat around the bush and asked directly.

Le Jia chuckled.

"Little Mo, with your brain, don't tell me you can't imagine the uproar your theory would cause once it reached the clan.

"Fallen are hard to find these days, and high-level Fallen are even harder to find.

"But now that there's another path to take, what do you think those old fellows stuck at level eighty-nine will do?"

Qian Mo immediately understood. After all, he had devised the original plan himself, so how could he fail to understand the stir it would cause?

But high-level Fallen were difficult to find, and heinous criminals whose sins reached the heavens were equally difficult to find.

Especially people with status, like Earl Jack.

Therefore, before the matter became too widely known, the safest course was to hurry and swallow Earl Jack, that huge bundle of experience, whole.

As a direct relative summoned by Ye Lulu, Le Jia naturally knew whose hands held the most detailed information on this matter.

Thus, in short, Qian Mo had been conscripted.

But Qian Mo was not angry. Instead, he eagerly began pointing out the way for Le Jia.

After all, from the moment Qian Mo first learned that Earl Jack was highly suspicious, he had found the man extremely displeasing. Once the evidence had completely nailed him down, there was even less to say.

Being able to watch such scum die before his eyes made Qian Mo feel as though a dream had entered reality.

Watching an evil person in power fall and perish right before his eyes was simply far too satisfying!