When the lights came back on, the prisoners were astonished to find Gordon nowhere in sight. In his place stood a pitch-black figure in the center of the ring.
A vampire? A gargoyle?
The sudden turn of events left the prisoners frightened and bewildered. They whispered among themselves, none daring to step forward and investigate.
Just then, Qin Wei abruptly opened his eyes, sending the prisoners directly in front of him stumbling backward in fright.
"Return to your cells immediately, and no one will get hurt."
His deep, commanding voice rumbled through the abandoned generator room, yet his words made the prisoners breathe a sigh of relief.
The prisoners in Block D were all serious offenders. Even those with the shortest sentences had been locked up here for several years. Cut off from outside news, they naturally had never heard of Judgment Knight's methods. They had initially thought Qin Wei was some sort of monster, but now he seemed to be nothing more than a weirdo in a cape.
"Hey, where did you hide James Gordon? Come clean, and we might consider leaving your corpse in one piece!"
A prisoner who loved showing off stepped out of the crowd first. He was the one who had driven a piece of glass through the sole of Gordon's foot earlier.
Even now, he had a small shard of glass hidden in his palm, planning to open a couple of bloody holes in Qin Wei's neck if he disliked the answer.
Qin Wei said nothing, his eyes fixed on the man.
His stare made the prisoner's skin crawl, but with so many eyes on him, he could not afford to lose face.
"Are you mute or deaf?!"
Swearing, he lunged with the shard of glass.
The glass stopped less than a centimeter from