"Give me the key."
Without waiting for the prison guard to react, Fang Yu took the keys.
And unlocked the iron lock.
Creak.
The prison door was pushed open.
The Third Elder Mo immediately widened his eyes, braced himself, and nearly shrieked.
"What do you want to do! What are you going to do!! Donât come over!!!"
As he was still screeching like a madman, Fang Yu had already strode over.
He raised his hand.
Slap!!
A slap landed squarely on his forehead.
"What the hell are you barking for!"
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The Third Elder Mo had never suffered such an attack; he was slapped into a daze, his head spinning, and he just stood there stiffly, motionless.
I... got slapped?
I got hit?!!
The Third Elder Mo felt his swelling cheek in disbelief.
Isnât he afraid of me? This mere member of the Foolish Underworld, isnât he scared of me, the mighty Third Elder Mo!
Is he not afraid of my desperate counterattack!!
"Awawawawa!!"
The Third Elder Mo suddenly took a step back to distance himself, screaming nonsensically; his foreheadâs veins bulging, limbs flailing, eyes rolling backâa picture of a crazed, frenzied demon.
As if preparing to transform into a demon himself.
"Iâll kill you! Iâll kill you! Iâm going to kill you!!!"
The demented appearance triggered Qian Guxingâs memory; the first day they tried to interrogate him, he looked just as terrifyingly mad, scaring everyone into thinking he was about to reveal his demon form, hastily fleeing and even forgetting to lock the door.
Fortunately, the Third Elder Mo did not truly escape; they had secretly locked the door while he was sleeping.
Demon...
Qian Guxing, scared yet extremely concerned, looked towards Fang Yu in the prison cell.
Can he handle it?
He wonât run into trouble, right?
Oh no! The Third Elder Mo is beginning a demon transformation! He is going to reveal his true form! Heâs going to...
Slap!!!
The crisp sound of another slap echoed through the cell, interrupting Qian Guxingâs thoughts.
Eh...
Eh?
The Third Elder Mo, he didnât transform? He just got slapped by Diao Deyi again?
Why?
Qian Guxing was a bit stunned, then she saw Fang Yu grabbing the disoriented Third Elder Mo, who had lost any sense of direction from the slaps, dragged him out of the cell, and threw him to the ground, stepping directly on the Third Elder Moâs chest.
"What boldness! You almost dared to murder this official! Speak! Are you transformed from a demon! Deliberately ambushing me here!"
Fang Yuâs fierce rebuke, a biting counter-accusation, completely baffled the Third Elder Mo.
I havenât even laid a finger on you, and I got slapped over. What chance did I have to attack you!
Youâre bloody framing me! Youâre framing me, you damned official! I didnât act at all! I was just putting on a show!
At this moment, he had snapped back to reality.
He realized.
This member of the Foolish Underworld and those worthless prison guards are nothing alike.
Theyâre not on the same level!
The Third Elder Mo shuddered.
He was afraid.
Those two slaps had shaken his Qi-Blood; he felt half-dead.
Such might, such a fierce young man!
Looking into his eyes, there was an indifferent look ready to draw the sword and end it all at any moment.
The Third Elder Moâs heart skipped a beat, a surge of immense fear arising, knowing he had encountered a tough opponent today.
Immediately, the Third Elder Mo quickly pleaded for mercy.
"Your Excellency, spare my life! Spare my life! Iâm not a demon! Iâm the Third Elder Mo; anyone from the Mo Family can testify for me!"
The Third Elder Mo exhibited a craven, fawning attitude, leaving Qian Guxing, by the side, dumbstruck.
Is this... is this...
Is this the same mad Third Elder Mo from before, the same reckless malcontent?
Completely different people!
Qian Guxing looked up to Fang Yu with admiration.
Once upon a time, she too possessed this ability.
But since the day of the demons, when the prison was overrun and her father died in battle, she became scared.
Many things she should have done, she became afraid to attempt.
But if Diao Deyi were here, with him by my side... perhaps, I too could summon the courage once again...
A rush of thoughts passed through Qian Guxingâs mind.
Meanwhile, Fang Yu exerted slight pressure with his foot and said with a faint smile.
"Pleading for mercy? You think that clears your suspicion of being a demon? Let me tell you, thatâs useless!"
"Starting now, Iâll ask and you answer. If Iâm not satisfied with your answers, then youâre doubtlessly a demon! Do you understand?"
Saying this, Fang Yu unsheathed his sword with a ringing sound, frightening the Third Elder Mo into deathly pallor, nodding frantically.
He feigned madness and stupidity just to stay alive, to avoid punishment.
If someone didnât care about his act and could take his life at any moment, how could he dare not cooperate?
"Sir, Your Excellency, whatever you want to ask, I must answer! I dare not withhold even the slightest!"
Seeing that he indeed no longer seemed to be deceiving, Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Wouldnât it have been better to be like this from the start? Why the big act?
In the presence of my eyes, even demons donât have the right to play tough. What are you!
With a cold snort,
Fang Yu asked.
"The Peony Workshop operated by your Mo Family, among the slaves for sale, is there one named Diao Ruonian?"
"No, Your Excellency! Itâs a wrongful accusation! Our Mo Family has never engaged in the slave trade!"
The Third Elder Mo hurriedly called out, but as soon as his words fell,
Clang!!
The clear sound of drawing a sword suddenly rang out!
The sword aura moved, and the cold touch was against the Third Elder Moâs neck.
"Iâll give you another chance to organize your words, demon..."
Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.
It was just a standard question routine.
But to Qian Guxing watching from the side, it felt as if Fang Yuâs aura was in full swing, so manly, so reassuring!