Three days later.
At the Southwest border.
Inside the Police Bureau's detention room.
Sikong Jian sprawled casually on a genuine leather sofa prepared especially for him.
A dozen nightclub women crouched around him, massaging his body.
Without the sign hanging at the entrance, it would have been hard to tell this was a detention room.
The room had everything: a television, fitness equipment, and a double bed.
The detention room door stood wide open, with no one guarding it.
It would have been believable to say he was there on vacation.
"Master Jian, someone from Chun Prefecture is here."
A senior Police Bureau official stood respectfully at the doorway to report.
"Bring him here to see me."
Sikong Jian's eyes were half-closed, his hand inside the clothes of the woman beside him, his face full of enjoyment.
"That... wouldn't be very appropriate. How about you go back for a visit?"
"I'm a suspect. Do you understand the law? Killing over a hundred thousand people is a serious crime. My trial is about to start. Don't make trouble for me."
"I'm a law-abiding citizen, after all. If I leave now, wouldn't that be a jailbreak?"
Sikong Jian's words made the women around him cover their mouths and giggle.
Was this what prison was like?
Someone waited on him twenty-four hours a day, and chefs from the city's luxury hotels took turns delivering meals.
"Little Li, I hate to lecture you, but you're a guardian of the law. How can you knowingly break it?"
"I heard... you found a plaintiff?" Sikong Jian yawned, rose to pour himself a cup of coffee, and asked curiously, "I slaughtered everyone in the settlement. Where did a plaintiff come from?"
"Ahem, I don't know, but the monkeys' delegation said they found survivors."
"Barring any surprises, they'll