Someone had massacred a town to frame him?
Fan Wujiu had been arrested?
And he was being held in the Overwatch Council's dungeon?
Each piece of terrible news struck like an explosion, leaving him barely able to stand.
He snatched the letter from Xie Bi'an. His hands began to tremble, the paper rustling between his fingertips.
Before long, he crushed the letter into a ball in his fist.
He thought rapidly.
He had known about the massacre at Shijia Town, but not that someone intended to pin it on him!
That was actually manageable. Never mind that he had not slaughtered the townspeople-even if he had, he could simply deny it to the death.
What left him most helpless was Fan Wujiu's arrest.
Fan Wujiu was his man. Everyone in the Capital knew that.
Had Fan Wujiu merely been held in the Ministry of Justice's prison, he could have found a way to get him out.
But the Overwatch Council-that was Chen Pingping's territory. He could do nothing there.
Beset by troubles, Li Chengze paced around his study. Beyond fretting helplessly, there was nothing he could do.
The Overwatch Council's dungeon.
Oil lamps burned every few paces along the dim passage, their yellow halos casting wavering shadows on the damp stone walls.
The air smelled of mold, mingled with faint traces of rust and blood.
A member of the Overwatch Council carried a food box down the passage to its deepest end.
He stopped outside Fan Wujiu's cell, opened the small hatch in the door, and pushed the food box and water flask inside.
Leaning against the iron bars, Fan Wujiu lifted his swollen eyelids.
Though his true qi had been destroyed, though he had been tortured, though his whole body hurt like hell, he would not let his