Chapter 1 An Especially Long Night

Tonight was particularly long.

After the Zhongzhou Apostle Qin Ye was taken into custody, many people began to act.

All the documents of the Lion Lane old case were unearthed. The two major factions of Nanwan Huazhi, who had been at odds for ten years, chose to join forces for the first time. After a remote call, the two councilors reached a consensus...setting aside their differences.

This was a case worth both sides' full investment.

Their opponent was the Source Tower of Zhongzhou.

And those who began to act...were not only the officials of the Dadu District government.

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In the center of the interrogation table lay a drawn longsword.

Lu Nanjin stared at the man in front of her who refused to utter a word, her expression indifferent. She was slowly wiping the blood from her knuckles with a piece of silk.

Bound to an iron chair by holy wood, Qin Ye's face was covered in blood. He lowered his head and remained silent, as if the pain in his flesh had nothing to do with him. If one looked closely, they would notice that the corners of this man's lips...had a smile hanging on them from beginning to end.

This was naked mockery.

After the Apostle was arrested, the Source Tower sent a letter at the first possible moment... The attitude in the letter was not harsh. Instead, it used an impeccable official tone to request that the relevant personnel of the Dadu Three Offices first detain this captured suspect in accordance with the standards of the Congressional Law.

If they wanted to impose sanctions, they had to follow procedure.

Out of trust for her teacher, and for the Eastern Continent Council, Lu Nanjin chose to wait. But she would not really do nothing. After personally escorting Qin Ye into the interrogation room, she turned off the surveillance.

This interrogation...Lu Nanjin didn't ask a single question.

Because she knew Qin Ye wouldn't say a word.

So she simply became more direct and to the point... Even through the door of the interrogation room, a very clear muffled sound could be heard. It was the sound of a fist landing on a cheek, as heavy as hitting a sandbag.

It had to be admitted that even without the crest of a relic, the Apostle's own strength was still formidable.

Bound by the holy wood, unable to fight back, simply beating the Apostle...was also an energy-consuming task. This man's entire body was as hard as an alloy, his face no exception.

Lu Nanjin wiped off the blood after the beating... She met Qin Ye's gaze with a blank expression. The smile on the latter's face was clearly mockery.

At this moment, she missed someone a little.

Lu Nanjin thought silently, if Crow was awake, it would be more appropriate for him to do this kind of beating.

She was very sure.

At most, it would only take two punches to make the annoying smile on Qin Ye's face disappear now.

After looking at that provocative smiling face for a few seconds, Lu Nanjin became more and more angry. So she threw away the silk used to wipe her hands and walked towards Qin Ye again.

"It's useless..."

Seeing the woman walking over again, Qin Ye opened his mouth with a hoarse voice.

He said softly, "Do you dare to beat me to death?"

Lu Nanjin reached out and grabbed the man's hair, coldly saying, "Killing you is letting you off easy."

Recalling Gu Nanfeng's use of "Lanqie," she suddenly had some insight. The clenched fist slowly loosened.

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes.

He saw a palm stopping about twenty centimeters in front of his face.

Invisible streams of wind began to gather... It was very slow at the beginning, but as the woman twisted her fingers, two completely opposite streams of wind collided, like a wind drill, drilling towards Qin Ye's mocking smile.

"...Ugh!"

A painful groan.

Qin Ye's eyes widened. He had already closed his mouth when he realized something was wrong, but countless streams of wind still drilled between his lips and teeth like blades. After Lu Nanjin twisted her wrist, these blades suddenly rotated—

A burst of blood spurted out.

Lu Nanjin's windbreaker in front of her was not stained with blood... The blood was scattered by the high-speed wind, landing on the walls.

After letting go, she stared blankly at Qin Ye, who was in pain.

"Ah...ah...ahaha..."

Qin Ye couldn't laugh anymore.

Although he was wrapped in holy wood, it didn't mean he had completely lost the ability to use Sumeru.

He had extremely strong endurance to external blows.

Because Sumeru now covered an extremely thin layer of his body, but unfortunately... After losing the relic, Sumeru could not spread into the body. Under the wind blade's twisting just now, Qin Ye felt that his entire oral cavity had been torn open.

This was a pain that no human could endure.

Large beads of blood, mixed with saliva, dripped to the ground.

"You don't plan to speak, and I don't plan to interrogate anyway..." Lu Nanjin sat back in the iron chair and said calmly, "Can you still laugh now?"

Qin Ye's face was contorted.

He tried to grin, but after the wind blade twisting, his facial muscles twitched and were no longer under his control.

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Nanjin said softly, "This is what you deserve."

After Old Lu died... The pain that she and Lu Nanzhi had endured for the past ten years could not be measured by physical suffering.

"You...don't dare to kill me..."

Qin Ye's voice was hoarse.

He squeezed out the words, almost exhaling them from his lungs, word by word.

While speaking, Qin Ye kept staring at the unsheathed knife on the long table. He could completely accept the physical pain he was feeling now. What suffering hadn't he tasted after being an Apostle for so many years? What did this count for?

"..."

Lu Nanjin reached out and grasped the longsword. She said calmly, "This sword is not for use now... I guarantee you, you will not leave here alive."

"Do you know...who I serve?"

Qin Ye raised his head and shouted, "I serve the Sky Throne of the Source Tower... How could I die in this kind of place?"

Could the Eastern Continent law, the Dadu Council...resist the will of the Highest Seat!

Lu Nanjin simply raised the knife slowly, her eyes reflecting the glittering blade light, the depths of her pupils filled with darkness.

She opened her mouth softly and said, "If the crown is above justice... then the sword will be reserved for after the judgment."

Qin Ye was stunned.

"Don't you understand yet?" Lu Nanjin said softly, "If the laws of the Eastern Continent cannot judge you, then I will judge you."

A soft knock came from outside the interrogation room.

A middle-aged man carrying a briefcase stood outside the door. The door opened a crack, and he glanced at the scene inside. Seeing the splattered blood, and Lu Nanjin slowly sheathing the longsword, the man's expression didn't change much.

"This is the legal document for being alone with Mr. Qin Ye during the detention period."

Nanjin stared coldly at the man in front of her.

The middle-aged man smiled and introduced himself, "Chu Yu, a native of the Eastern Continent... just taking money from others to eliminate disasters for them. I'm here to convey a few words from the bigwigs of the Source Tower."

He pointed to the surveillance camera above the interrogation room and said softly, "You can rest assured that I won't betray you, and there's no need to betray you... After all, without evidence, who can be sure that you did it?"

Lu Nanjin expressionlessly made way for him.

Chu Yu stood respectfully in place, not entering the room, but patiently reminding, "The document says...it's for being alone. According to federal law, Mr. Qin Ye still enjoys the right to privacy."

Lu Nanjin clutched the document, and finally brushed past Chu Yu.

At the moment the door closed.

She saw... Qin Ye, sitting in the iron chair, raised his head and gave her a victorious smile.

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(Just one chapter tonight)