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One level after another, when there are many people, some things can easily be overlooked. What if the old director offended someone and they caught him on a small mistake? What if the official responsible for the case wanted to solicit a bribe, or made a wrong judgment? These are all possibilities; no one is infallible, and no system is without loopholes. This is inevitable.
Captain Deng felt conflicted. Although the young man's actions were inappropriate, what he said was indeed true. Over the years, there have been wrongful convictions, though not many, and those that didn't cause a stir were quietly forgotten.
"If you have any doubts, we can go find the Judge together to reassess the situation. There’s no need to resort to such means; if something goes wrong, it could lead to irreparable consequences," Captain Deng said seriously as he looked at Ye Mingshang.
"That's right; there are indeed better ways. However, my father has already suffered for so many years in vain, and I will not let him endure even a moment more," Ye Mingshang replied, staring directly at his glasses as he spoke slowly.
Captain Deng sighed. "Kidnapping a prisoner is a serious crime. Even if it is ultimately proven that Li Mingqi is innocent, he cannot come back to life; at most, he would be sent for reincarnation. And because of your kidnapping, regardless of the reason, you will definitely face severe punishment. Your physical body is in Yangjian; if your soul leaves for more than seven days, you will die. At that point, even if you want to leave, you won't be able to. Is it really worth it?"
"A man of honor has things he must do and things he must not do; some matters require no justification."
Captain Deng shook his head. This young man was indeed passionate and reminded him of his younger self. If possible, he truly wanted to let them go like this, but he couldn't. "Come with me to meet the Judge; comply obediently and perhaps you can receive a lighter sentence."
Captain Deng wanted to lessen the young man's guilt as much as possible and find a way for both sides to benefit. However, some people were simply unwilling. "Bold thief! How dare you kidnap an Underworld Repeat Offender! Seize him!" A burly man with sideburns shouted loudly.
The man wore a white robe of the same style but had a layer of silver armor over it that did not fully cover him, resembling some Mongolian general's attire slanting down to his chest.
"General, there are still grievances in this case; please allow the Judge..."
"Shut up!"
Deng Jie had not finished speaking when he was abruptly interrupted by the burly man’s shout. His fierce eyes were fixed on him. "Captain Deng! You better recognize your responsibilities; your job is to capture criminals, not negotiate with them!"
"But our Law Enforcement Team's duty is to maintain order in the Underworld! If there are grievances, why can't we appeal?" Deng Jie said anxiously.
“Deng Jie! You dare to shield a repeat offender? Come on! Take him down!”
At the command of the burly man, several Law Enforcement Officers stepped forward, ready to subdue Captain Deng.
Deng Jie glared fiercely, shouting, “You dare!”
“Deng Jie! Are you planning to rebel? Do you know what the consequences of rebellion are? It could lead to the extermination of your entire family!”
Deng Jie’s fist, raised in anger, ultimately did not come down. Although he wanted to help, he could not risk his life for a stranger. Moreover, he was not alone; he could not let his impulsiveness endanger his family.
Deng Jie was taken back, and the burly man glared, “Brat! You dare to rescue an Underworld Repeat Offender? Come on! Take him down!”
“Ha!!—”
With the addition of the burly man’s group, over a hundred people shouted in unison, brandishing their weapons as they charged forward.
The Fat Official had long since hidden away, and the Overseer did not want to get involved either; he could only sigh and retreat to a safe distance.
In the arena, only Ye Mingshang, the old dean, and Joan remained.
“Joan, go back,” Ye Mingshang said as he saw the situation becoming dangerous.
“No! Master, I will stay and fight alongside you,” Joan replied firmly, shaking her head.
“You can’t help by staying here.”
“But!”
Ye Mingshang didn't have time to say much to him. The Demon Blade swung behind him, and Joan felt a powerful force surge, causing him to involuntarily fly backward.
"Ah!"
Joan sat up straight, realizing he was back in the dormitory, feeling around his body.
"I'm back again?"
Looking again, he saw that the rope connected to the candle had already been cut, not burned but severed.
"Master..." Joan frowned. He knew Ye Mingshang was doing it for his own good, not wanting to implicate him. However, as a disciple, he felt frustrated and helpless for not being able to help. He once again recognized his own weakness; if he were strong enough, he wouldn't be left behind repeatedly.
"The Fatty!" Joan lowered his head and immediately saw the Fatty sitting against the wall. His hands were also bound with a rope, eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if peacefully asleep. However, he knew that the Fatty must have gone to find them.
"The Fatty has gone; I can't stay behind. I must go too; I can't be left behind anymore." Joan's gaze was resolute as he quickly reconnected the rope and began casting a spell again.
In the Underworld, Crimson Lotus Hell
Ye Mingshang looked at the more than one hundred well-trained Iron Blood soldiers charging at him without panic. His expression was calm, as if he regarded everything with indifference. He drew out his Tang Dao but did not rush into action. Instead, he unfastened his clothing and tied himself to the old dean to prevent him from falling.
"Father, hold on tight; I'll take you out now." Ye Mingshang said as he slowly unsheathed the blade. The cold light of the sword shimmered, vibrating with excitement like a hungry beast ready to pounce.
"No matter who the opponent is, anyone who stands in my way will be killed!"
Ye Mingshang's aura suddenly changed, an overwhelming Killing Intent surged from him, making people's vision blur as if they were seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The first strike is crucial; those who act first gain the advantage. This is a well-known principle: if you're going to fight, you must take the initiative; otherwise, you'll be at a disadvantage everywhere.
Ye Mingshang shot out like an arrow, swift as lightning.
"Clang!"
The sound of the blade hummed as a cold light flashed.
"Swish!"
The blade sliced through, directly severing the weapon of the foremost person. In that person's terrified gaze, their body was cleaved in two. No blood flowed out; instead, it transformed into a faint White Mist, drawn into the blade.
The Demon Blade is indeed the Demon Blade, absorbing the blood and souls of others to strengthen itself. The more it kills, the stronger it becomes.
Ye Mingshang's strikes were rapid and fierce, killing one person at the forefront. Without pausing, with a flick of the wrist, the blade swept through again, claiming another life, which turned into White Mist and was absorbed by the blade.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three crisp sounds rang out, accompanied by the shattering of three weapons. Three people died with expressions of terror, their final moments contributing to the energy that would strengthen the Demon Blade.
In just one encounter, four lives were taken—clean and efficient, without hesitation—almost more decisive than these iron-blooded soldiers.
(To be continued.)
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