No one slept well last night.

It wasn’t just Lou Feng. There probably wasn’t a single person in the whole outpost who had slept well. Well, except for Mr. Tao, who was holding down the center. Reportedly, he had slept soundly all night, and the next morning he even ate an extra flatbread and had an extra bowl of porridge. His appetite was excellent.

The view he had with breakfast, though, was a little terrifying. On the training ground outside his office window lay more than a dozen corpses covered in white sheets. Every last one of them was the result of the Security Bureau’s lightning-fast purge from the night before.

At six o’clock yesterday evening, after Tong Shan returned to his room, the report he submitted at half past six landed directly in the hands of Lü Yingyue, the director of the Cliff City Security Bureau.

In response to Tong Shan’s recommendation, prompted by the sudden incident at the...