The third level of the dungeon had been damaged, but the structure as a whole was extremely sturdy, and it remained usable.
The serious offenders brought out for treatment yesterday had all been locked back up on the second level.
Ye Jingtang entered the Black Bureau with his saber at his waist, ready to interrogate the prisoners. As he passed a tea room, however, he found it quite lively inside.
After the disturbance, the Black Bureau's experts had all suffered injuries to varying degrees. The incident had only happened yesterday, and the bureau could not be left without anyone holding the fort, so those with light injuries still came to work as usual rather than resting at the bureau on standby.
The tea room was very comfortable. Everyone had a cushioned reclining chair, with tea and refreshments served beside them.
Shang Jianli, who had taken two blows from Liu Qiansheng, sat with Qiu Tianhe, recounting yesterday's exploits to several injured chief constables:
"Liu Qiansheng really has gotten old. I put him down with a single needle. If we're talking about impressive, though, it has to be Hero Qiu. Cao Gonggong's reputation ranks in the very top tier of the martial world. Hero Qiu faced him alone with one saber and wasn't beaten to death. That truly exceeded our expectations..."
"I was helping the bureau with a case, so this old man valued his life and held back, that's all. If it had been a fight to the death, Cao Qiansui wouldn't have made it out of Prince's Manor Street yesterday..."
Ye Jingtang passed the window and was about to offer a few words of concern when he suddenly noticed a large reclining chair beneath it.
The big, scarf-wearing Niao Niao lay sprawled on it with wings spread, looking half-dead,