"Give 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 imdiately widened his eyes, braced himself, and nearly shrieked.
"What do you want to do! What are you going to do!! Don’t co 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.
Isn’t he afraid of ? This re mber of the Foolish Underworld, isn’t he scared of , 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 forehead’s veins bulging, limbs flailing, eyes rolling back—a picture of a crazed, frenzied demon.
As if preparing to transform into a demon himself.
"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’m going to kill you!!!"
The dented appearance triggered Qian Guxing’s mory; 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 extrely concerned, looked towards Fang Yu in the prison cell.
Can he handle it?
He won’t run into trouble, right?
Oh no! The Third Elder Mo is beginning a demon transformation! He is going to reveal his true form! He’s going to...
Slap!!!
The crisp sound of another slap echoed through the cell, interrupting Qian Guxing’s thoughts.
Eh...
Eh?
The Third Elder Mo, he didn’t 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 Mo’s chest.
"What boldness! You almost dared to murder this official! Speak! Are you transford from a demon! Deliberately ambushing here!"
Fang Yu’s fierce rebuke, a biting counter-accusation, completely baffled the Third Elder Mo.
I haven’t even laid a finger on you, and I got slapped over. What chance did I have to attack you!
You’re bloody framing ! You’re framing , you damned official! I didn’t act at all! I was just putting on a show!
At this mont, he had snapped back to reality.
He realized.
This mber of the Foolish Underworld and those worthless prison guards are nothing alike.
They’re not on the sa 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 mont.
The Third Elder Mo’s heart skipped a beat, a surge of imnse fear arising, knowing he had encountered a tough opponent today.
Imdiately, the Third Elder Mo quickly pleaded for rcy.
"Your Excellency, spare my life! Spare my life! I’m not a demon! I’m the Third Elder Mo; anyone from the Mo Family can testify for !"
The Third Elder Mo exhibited a craven, fawning attitude, leaving Qian Guxing, by the side, dumbstruck.
Is this... is this...
Is this the sa mad Third Elder Mo from before, the sa reckless malcontent?
Completely different people!
Qian Guxing looked up to Fang Yu with admiration.
Once upon a ti, she too possessed this ability.
But since the day of the demons, when the prison was overrun and her father died in battle, she beca scared.
Many things she should have done, she beca 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 Guxing’s mind.
anwhile, Fang Yu exerted slight pressure with his foot and said with a faint smile.
"Pleading for rcy? You think that clears your suspicion of being a demon? Let tell you, that’s useless!"
"Starting now, I’ll ask and you answer. If I’m not satisfied with your answers, then you’re 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 punishnt.
If soone didn’t care about his act and could take his life at any mont, 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 seed to be deceiving, Fang Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Wouldn’t it have been better to be like this from the start? Why the big act?
In the presence of my eyes, even demons don’t 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 nad Diao Ruonian?"
"No, Your Excellency! It’s 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 Mo’s neck.
"I’ll 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 Yu’s aura was in full swing, so manly, so reassuring!
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