Once Zhao Xianda's matter was settled, Pan Long handed him over to the jailers at the prefectural yamen.
However high his rank had been, he was now an ordinary prisoner. If he dared break out, they could kill him on the spot. No mercy!
Pan Long rather hoped he would try. Then he could send the man on his way, fair and square.
If a jailer died, the great Immortal Pan could save him. If Zhao Xianda died... who was that? Pan Long didn't know the man, and he certainly wouldn't save him!
But Zhao Xianda behaved himself. Once inside his cell, he sat quietly in a corner without a word or a hint of complaint.
He looked like a salted fish rubbed with salt and chili, sealed in a jar to let the years slowly pickle him.
Pan Long couldn't be bothered with him. He took Tang Jingzhe and Shang Man to thank Prefect Jin and formally hand over the case.
When they reached the prefect's study, they found him holding a document with a strange look on his face.
"Pan Guanfeng, take a look at this." He passed the document over.
Pan Long read it and couldn't help sighing.
It had come from Anbei County, under Xiangping Prefecture. A Wind Patrol Envoy imprisoned there after an old case was dug up had suddenly killed himself in his cell.
A prisoner taking his own life was not, in itself, a major affair. But for a Wind Patrol Envoy to do so was exceedingly strange.
Tang Jingzhe immediately turned toward Shang Man.
Shang Man gave a bitter smile. "Something like what happened to me?"
Pan Long nodded. "The people pulling strings behind the scenes are formidable. If they've made their move, they won't have killed just you. I even suspect