Chapter 518: Commissioner Yan Returns to His Old Profession (Two-in-One)

"Knock, knock, knock!!!" Mu Tian stood up from his chair and looked toward the sudden knocking at his door.

It was so late.

Who could it be?

A trace of murderous intent flashed through his eyes. He walked to the door, Weird Energy surging in his palm.

But a second later, Yan Jing's voice rang out.

"Boss! Boss!"

The Weird Energy recoiled into the cuffs of his robe like earthworms. Mu Tian opened the door expressionlessly and looked at Yan Jing.

"What do you want in the middle of the night—"

Before he could finish, he caught sight of Ai Qing dangling from Yan Jing's grip like a dead dog, and frowned.

"What are you doing—"

Before he could finish that sentence either, he sensed the figure hiding behind Yan Jing. He immediately reached out to shut the door.

But Yan Jing blocked it with his hand.

Mu Tian hadn't used his full strength, so Yan Jing managed to stop it.

Holding one in each hand, Yan Jing tossed both Ai Qing and Ning Wei into Mu Tian's office.

Looking at the smiling Yan Jing, Mu Tian's face darkened.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Doing my task."

Yan Jing smiled and pointed at the two of them.

"This one is to help you find the mole."

"And this one is to resolve the father-son relationship."

"The sooner we resolve this, the sooner I can clock out."

"Get the hell out."

Mu Tian's temples throbbed.

Normally, let alone these people, even the two deputy wardens couldn't casually knock on his office door. They had to submit an application through the system, make an appointment, and wait for his schedule to open up.

Across the entire Great Prison, anyone who had ever disturbed him was either sentenced to hard labor or already dead.

Not to mention he was currently in a state of closed-door seclusion.

Yet this guy in front of him had just barged right in.

The most crucial part was...

He discreetly glanced at Ning Wei beside him and said in a deep voice, "Get lost, now."

"You said it," Yan Jing smiled.

"I don't really care either way, Boss. The worst that happens is the task fails. I won't lose my life over it, anyway."

"I've been asking around these past few days. You aren't in good condition."

"...Are you threatening me?"

Weird Energy surged around Mu Tian.

Yan Jing smiled.

"It's not a threat. I do whatever you tell me to do, Boss. You wanted the mole, and I brought her to you. You wanted to resolve other matters, and I brought the person for that, too."

"If you're telling me the mole is right in front of you but you don't want to catch her, yet you still expect me to catch some non-existent mole... then I can't do that. Makes sense, right?"

Mu Tian stared at Yan Jing. A few seconds later, he asked, "Are you certain she's the mole?"

"One of them."

Yan Jing smiled.

Mu Tian crooked a finger. Lying unconscious on the floor, Ai Qing shuddered all over as if she had just experienced a nightmare. Sweat instantly beaded on her forehead, and the next moment, she woke up.

Upon seeing Yan Jing, she trembled.

Upon seeing Mu Tian, she almost passed out again.

"L-L-Lord..."

Ai Qing knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

Mu Tian said nothing.

Yan Jing also said nothing.

The room froze in a deadlock.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Mu Tian looked at Yan Jing.

"You didn't tell me to speak?"

Yan Jing blinked.

"Pfft."

Ning Wei couldn't hold it back.

Growing up, this was the first time he had ever seen Mu Tian deflated.

Although he hadn't seen Mu Tian many times to begin with.

"..." Mu Tian's face darkened a bit more.

"I'm telling you to speak now."

"Alright." Yan Jing nodded.

"Reporting to the Boss. Lord Ai Qing is one of the moles you are looking for."

"No, that's not true, Lord! He's spouting nonsense!"

Ai Qing reacted violently. She snapped her head back to look at Yan Jing, the killing intent in her eyes looking as if she wanted to grind his bones to dust.

"What proof do you have?!"

"Just because you suspect I destroyed the remnant soul next to the corpse?!"

Yan Jing smiled.

"No, of course it wasn't you who destroyed the scene, Lord Ai."

"Then show your proof!"

Ai Qing's voice carried an unresolvable hatred. She looked at Mu Tian, tears rolling down her face. Paired with her miserable state, anyone who saw her would be moved. "Lord, this human has been twisting the truth ever since he came in! He clearly wants to throw our Great Prison into absolute chaos. Lord, how can a human be trusted? Please uncover the truth! It really wasn't me!"

"Clack."

It sounded like something had fallen to the floor.

"He's preparing to investigate the remnant souls."

Who was speaking?

Ai Qing's pupils shrank, and she snapped her head up in shock.

"I thought of a way to get out first. You have to quickly erase the remnant souls in those places."

"I know the prison doesn't have any staff related to souls! That's why I'm telling you to think of a way!!!"

The voice was exceptionally familiar. Ai Qing's body trembled slightly as she looked down at the Video Camera on the ground.

On the screen was exactly the scene of her making that call.

"Find a criminal from a soul-related Pathway and bring them over."

"Hurry!"

"Fuck, this dumbass has so many damn issues..."

Listening to the foul words coming from the Video Camera's screen, Ai Qing stared wide-eyed, her face ashen.

Yan Jing walked over to Ai Qing with a smile and patted her normally iceberg-cold face.

"So, what do you say, Lord Ai? Didn't you want to confront me face-to-face?"

"Well, here it is."

"...Lord! This is fake! This must be fake!!!"

Ai Qing lunged fiercely at the Video Camera, her movements completely reckless, like a jackal that had starved for three days spotting a rabbit.

Normally, let alone a Video Camera, she wouldn't even spare a glance for items of exquisite quality.

She had once hosted a competition where she offered an item as a reward, just to watch the people below fight over it like vicious dogs scrambling for food. At the time, she had kept a cold face, and everyone rumored that she was showing great benevolence.

But in reality, she had been laughing her head off inside.

The ugly faces of those people were more entertaining to her than anything else in the world.

And right now, her own face didn't look any better than those vicious dogs.

But before she could even touch the Video Camera, a figure appeared between her and the device.

Cold sweat dripped from Ai Qing's forehead. She shakily raised her head to look at the figure.

It wasn't Yan Jing, nor was it Mu Tian.

And it wasn't Ning Wei either.

It was a figure identical to herself.

In an instant, sweat poured down Ai Qing like rain. She turned her head to look at Mu Tian, wanting to speak, but she could no longer make a sound.

She lowered her head and saw her own hands rapidly withering away. Like a flower past its blooming season, they swiftly decayed as wrinkles spread.

Yan Jing looked at the illusory figure that Mu Tian had drawn out of Ai Qing's body into mid-air, inspecting it from side to side with great interest.

"This is a soul?"

"If there really are souls in this world, does that mean there are real ghosts too?"

He looked toward Mu Tian.

Mu Tian's voice was frigid.

"They are the same thing, but not what you imagine them to be."

"You can tell just by looking at her state."

Yan Jing raised his head and looked at the figure that was identical to Ai Qing.

The same plump thighs, faintly discernible dark skin, white hair, and iceberg face.

Only her eyes were completely lifeless, like a stagnant pool of dead water without a single ripple.

Yan Jing waved his hand at her, but there was no reaction at all.

This was indeed different from the ghosts Yan Jing had in mind.

The ghosts or souls Yan Jing imagined were like Fei Yu and the Fear Bird.

Lacking a physical body, but possessing their own consciousness.

However, on second thought, Yan Jing realized it wasn't quite right to say Fei Yu didn't have a physical body either.

When Fei Yu took care of his daily life, he could feel that she had physical substance to her.

"The soul is considered the manifestation of spiritual will."

The one who spoke was Ning Wei, who had been completely silent up until now. Seeing the doubt in Yan Jing's eyes, he explained, "But a standalone soul has no way of expressing its own spiritual will."

"Just like Ai Qing right now. She has consciousness, and she has perception, but she can neither speak nor hear."

"Because she lacks a corporeal spirit."

"The corporeal spirit is the essence of life, the root of vitality, and the medium through which the soul communicates with the outside world."

"That's why when someone is described as having 'lost their soul', they can still walk, and sometimes even speak, but they can't hear what you say to them. That is having only the medium without the autonomous consciousness."

"And vice versa."

Yan Jing nodded.

"Brilliant. Truly worthy of being the only father-and-son pair in the Great Prison who understand the soul Pathway. Such perfect harmony."

Yan Jing gave the two of them a thumbs up.

But neither of their faces looked too good.

Mu Tian walked right past Yan Jing. He looked at Ai Qing's soul suspended in mid-air. A streak of green Weird Energy flowed from his eyes and sank into the center of Ai Qing's brow.

"Hoo—"

Yan Jing heard Ai Qing's soul exhale.

"He gave Ai Qing a corporeal spirit. It's equivalent to reconnecting the medium that had been shut down."

Ning Wei spoke from the side.

"Who is backing you?"

Mu Tian demanded coldly.

"Lord Weng."

As soon as those words came out, Yan Jing could feel the atmosphere in the room change palpably.

"Who is Lord Weng?"

He looked at Ning Wei.

Ning Wei's expression was unsightly.

"The deputy warden."

"Well, that's not surprising then."

Yan Jing smiled and looked at Mu Tian.

"You don't need to act so surprised, Boss."

"Or are you not acting..."

"Bang!"

A figure was sent flying out of the office.

Yan Jing watched the slammed office door and the fading blur of Ning Wei flying out, raising his eyebrows.

"Alright, I guess it wasn't an act."

"Which means..."

He smiled, looking at Mu Tian.

"The one you originally confirmed was rebelling was the other deputy warden."

Mu Tian said nothing, his face exceedingly grim.

Yan Jing chuckled.

"With your methods, you could have just grabbed anyone, pulled out their soul, and asked to find out who was actually pulling the strings."

"There's no way you didn't do that. So you've known who the so-called moles were for a long time."

"But you still sought me out."

"Because you can't handle this matter personally."

"If you just grab someone at random, search their soul, and claim they're the mole, no one below will believe it. Even if some did, they wouldn't fully buy it. Who to kill and who to catch would just be based on your word alone. Handling it like that is too messy."

Mu Tian spoke coldly.

"Do you think I care about that?"

"You don't. Of course you don't. This prison is completely dispensable to you." Yan Jing leaned against the door, smiling.

"But that's normally."

Mu Tian's figure, which had been drifting back to his desk, paused.

"Your condition is terrible right now. If you just recklessly act on your own and that person really does rebel, things will end up even worse."

"Besides, if you can't provide a justified explanation, the other deputy warden will also waver."

Yan Jing smiled.

"So you needed a reason."

"No, that's not quite right. You needed a scapegoat."

"I'm guessing that no matter how badly I handled this, you would have found a way for me to find the mole anyway."

"The key point was that I had to be the one to find them."

Mu Tian drifted back behind his desk and said coldly, "You're very smart. But in this world, being smart is the most useless thing, because you won't always be the smartest one."

"Only this is an unchanging truth."

He clenched his hand into a fist and placed it on the desk.

Yan Jing smiled.

"At least judging by the results, my smarts had some use. At the very least, they helped you discover that there isn't just one mole under you, Boss, but two."

Mu Tian's eyes darkened.

"Just as you said, this is hardly a surprise."

"So why does everyone think you won't be able to get past this hurdle?" Yan Jing smiled.

"What mistake did you make?"

"That has nothing to do with you," Mu Tian said coldly.

"You just need to finish acting out your part."

"Drawing the fire of two Ninth Tier experts is no easy feat." Yan Jing didn't agree right away.

But he didn't refuse either.

"What do you want?"

Mu Tian raised his eyes and looked at Yan Jing.

Yan Jing bid Mu Tian goodnight and stepped out of the office, spotting Ning Wei squatting in the corner of the corridor.

"Let's go, Young Master."

Yan Jing chuckled.

"Things aren't done yet, and our task is quite heavy. Otherwise, I'm going to lose my boss, and of course, you'll lose Pops." Ning Wei didn't respond, and the two walked out side by side.

It wasn't until they left the corridor that Ning Wei finally spoke up, his voice hoarse.

"So is he really done for?"

"Both wardens are going to rebel?"

He had heard them from outside.

Even though Mu Tian hadn't intended for him to hear.

But Yan Jing had leaned against the door and used his ability, so he heard everything anyway.

"I don't know how to answer that." Yan Jing smiled.

"Because I don't know which answer you're hoping to hear."

Ning Wei reached up and massaged his temples, the previous dejection vanishing without a trace.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Either way, it makes no difference to me."

"What do you plan to do?"

He looked at Yan Jing.

"What do I plan to do?"

Yan Jing gave a half-smile.

"The Boss wants me to play the bad guy, so I'll just keep playing the bad guy."

"I'm very familiar with this line of work. I'm the bad guy no matter what Domain I'm in."

The next day.

Every screen across the Great Prison was

"Knock, knock, knock!" Mu Tian stood up from his chair and looked toward the sudden knocking at his door.

It was late.

Who could it be?

A trace of murderous intent flashed through his eyes. He walked to the door, weird energy surging in his palm.

But a second later, Yan Jing's voice rang out.

"Boss! Boss!"

The weird energy recoiled into the cuffs of his robe like earthworms. Mu Tian expressionlessly opened the door and looked at Yan Jing.

"What do you want in the middle of the night—"

Before he could finish, he caught sight of Ai Qing hanging from Yan Jing's grip like a dead dog, and frowned.

"What are you doing—"

Before he could even finish that sentence, he sensed the figure hiding behind Yan Jing. He immediately reached out to shut the door.

But Yan Jing blocked it with his hand.

Mu Tian hadn't used his full strength, so Yan Jing managed to hold it open.

Holding one in each hand, Yan Jing tossed both Ai Qing and Ning Wei into Mu Tian's office.

Looking at the smiling Yan Jing, Mu Tian's face darkened.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Doing my task."

Yan Jing smiled and pointed at the two of them.

"This one is to help you find the mole."

"This one is to resolve your father-son relationship."

"The sooner we solve these, the sooner I can clock out."

"Get the hell out."

Mu Tian's temples throbbed.

Normally, let alone these people, even the two deputy wardens couldn't casually knock on his office door. They had to submit an application through the system, make an appointment, and wait for his schedule to open up.

Across the entire Great Prison, anyone who had ever disturbed him was either sentenced to hard labor or already dead.

Not to mention he was currently in seclusion.

Yet this guy in front of him had just barged right in.

The most crucial point was...

He discreetly glanced at Ning Wei beside him and said in a deep voice, "Get lost, now."

"You said it." Yan Jing smiled.

"I don't really care either way, Boss. The worst that happens is the mission fails. I won't lose my life over it, anyway."

"I've been asking around these past few days. You aren't in good condition."

"...Are you threatening me?"

Weird energy surged around Mu Tian.

Yan Jing smiled.

"It's not a threat. I do whatever you tell me to do, Boss. You wanted the mole, and I brought her to you. You wanted to resolve other matters, and I brought the person for that, too."

"If you're telling me the mole is right in front of you but you don't want to catch her, and yet you still expect me to catch some non-existent mole, I can't do that. Makes sense, right?"

Mu Tian stared at Yan Jing. A few seconds later, he asked, "Are you certain she's the mole?"

"One of them."

Yan Jing smiled.

Mu Tian crooked a finger. Lying unconscious on the floor, Ai Qing shuddered all over as if she had just experienced a nightmare. Sweat instantly beaded on her forehead, and the next moment, she woke up.

Upon seeing Yan Jing, she trembled.

Upon seeing Mu Tian, she almost passed out again.

"L-L-Lord..."

Ai Qing knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

Mu Tian said nothing.

Yan Jing also said nothing.

The room fell into a dead silence.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Mu Tian looked at Yan Jing.

"You didn't tell me to speak."

Yan Jing blinked.

"Pfft."

Ning Wei couldn't hold it back.

Growing up, this was the first time he had ever seen Mu Tian deflated.

Although he hadn't seen Mu Tian many times to begin with.

"..." Mu Tian's face darkened a bit more.

"I'm telling you to speak now."

"Alright." Yan Jing nodded.

"Reporting to the boss. Lord Ai Qing is one of the moles you're looking for."

"No, that's not true, Lord! He's spouting nonsense!"

Ai Qing reacted violently. She threw her head back to glare at Yan Jing, the killing intent in her eyes so thick it looked as if she wanted to grind his bones to dust.

"What proof do you have?!"

"Just because you suspect I destroyed the remnant soul next to the corpse?!"

Yan Jing smiled.

"No, of course it wasn't you who destroyed the scene, Lord Ai."

"Then produce your proof!"

Ai Qing's voice carried a deep, unresolvable hatred. She looked at Mu Tian, tears rolling down her face. Paired with her miserable state, anyone who saw her would be moved. "Lord, this human has been twisting the truth ever since he came in! He clearly wants to throw our Great Prison into absolute chaos. Lord, how can a human be trusted? Please uncover the truth! It really wasn't me!"

Clack.

It sounded like something falling to the floor.

"He's preparing to investigate the remnant souls."

Who was speaking?

Ai Qing's pupils shrank, and she snapped her head up in shock.

"I thought of a way to get out first. You have to quickly erase the remnant souls in those places."

"I know the prison doesn't have any staff related to souls! That's why I'm telling you to think of a way!"

The voice was exceptionally familiar. Ai Qing's body trembled slightly as she looked down at the Video Camera on the floor.

On the screen was exactly the scene of her making that call.

"Find a criminal from a soul-related Pathway and bring them over."

"Hurry!"

"Fuck, this dumbass has so many damn issues..."

Listening to the foul words coming from the Video Camera, Ai Qing stared wide-eyed, her face ashen.

Yan Jing walked over to Ai Qing with a smile and patted her normally icy face.

"So, what do you say, Lord Ai? Didn't you want to confront me face-to-face?"

"Well, here it is."

"...Lord! This is fake! This must be fake!"

Ai Qing lunged fiercely at the Video Camera, her movements completely reckless, like a jackal that had starved for three days spotting a rabbit.

Normally, she wouldn't even spare a glance for items of exquisite quality, let alone a mere Video Camera.

She had once hosted a competition where she offered an item as a reward just to watch the people below fight over it like vicious dogs scrambling for food. At the time, she had kept a cold face, and everyone rumored that she was showing great benevolence.

But in reality, she had been laughing her head off inside.

The ugly faces of those people had been more entertaining to her than anything else in the world.

And right now, her own face didn't look any better than those of the vicious dogs.

But before she could even touch the Video Camera, a figure appeared between her and the device.

Cold sweat dripped from Ai Qing's forehead. She shakily raised her head to look at the figure.

It wasn't Yan Jing, nor was it Mu Tian.

And it wasn't Ning Wei either.

It was a figure identical to herself.

In an instant, sweat poured down Ai Qing like rain. She turned her head to look at Mu Tian, wanting to speak, but she could no longer make a sound.

She lowered her head and saw her own hands rapidly withering away. Like a flower past its blooming season, they swiftly decayed as wrinkles spread across her skin.

Yan Jing looked at the illusory figure that Mu Tian had drawn out of Ai Qing's body into mid-air, inspecting it from side to side with great interest.

"This is a soul?"

"If there really are souls in this world, does that mean there are real ghosts too?"

He looked toward Mu Tian.

Mu Tian's voice was frigid.

"They are the same thing, but not what you imagine them to be."

"You can tell just by looking at her state."

Yan Jing raised his head and looked at the figure that was identical to Ai Qing.

The same plump thighs, faintly discernible dark skin, white hair, and icy face.

Only her eyes were completely lifeless, like a stagnant pool of dead water without a single ripple.

Yan Jing waved his hand at her, but there was no reaction at all.

This was indeed different from the ghosts Yan Jing had in mind.

The ghosts or souls Yan Jing imagined were like Fei Yu and the Fear Bird.

Lacking a physical body, but possessing their own consciousness.

However, on second thought, Yan Jing realized it wasn't quite right to say Fei Yu didn't have a physical body either.

When Fei Yu had taken care of his daily life, he could feel that she had a tangible substance to her.

"The soul is considered the manifestation of spiritual will."

The one who spoke was Ning Wei, who had been completely silent up until now. Seeing the doubt in Yan Jing's eyes, he explained, "But a standalone soul has no way of expressing its own spiritual will."

"Just like Ai Qing right now. She has consciousness and perception, but she can neither speak nor hear."

"Because she lacks a corporeal spirit."

"The corporeal spirit is the essence of life, the root of vitality, and the medium through which the soul communicates with the outside world."

"That's why when someone is described as having 'lost their soul', they can still walk, and sometimes even speak, but they can't hear what you say to them. That is having only the medium without the autonomous consciousness."

"And vice versa."

Yan Jing nodded.

"Brilliant. Truly worthy of being the only father-and-son pair in the Great Prison who understand the soul Pathway. Such perfect harmony."

Yan Jing gave the two of them a thumbs up.

But neither of their faces looked too good.

Mu Tian walked right past Yan Jing. He looked at Ai Qing's soul suspended in mid-air. A streak of green weird energy flowed from his eyes and sank into the center of Ai Qing's brow.

"Hoo—"

Yan Jing heard Ai Qing's soul exhale.

"He gave Ai Qing a corporeal spirit. It's equivalent to reconnecting the medium that had been shut down."

Ning Wei spoke from the side.

"Who is backing you?"

Mu Tian demanded coldly.

"Lord Weng."

As soon as those words came out, Yan Jing could feel the atmosphere in the room change palpably.

"Who is Lord Weng?"

He looked at Ning Wei.

Ning Wei's expression was unsightly.

"A deputy warden."

"Well, that's not surprising then."

Yan Jing smiled and looked at Mu Tian.

"You don't need to act so surprised, Boss."

"Or are you not acting..."

Bang!

A figure was sent flying out of the office.

Yan Jing watched the slammed office door and the fading blur of Ning Wei flying out, raising his eyebrows.

"Alright, I guess it wasn't an act."

"Which means..."

He smiled, looking at Mu Tian.

"The one you originally confirmed was rebelling was the other deputy warden."

Mu Tian said nothing, his face exceedingly grim.

Yan Jing chuckled.

"With your methods, you could have just grabbed anyone, pulled out their soul, and interrogated them to find out who was actually pulling the strings."

"There's no way you didn't do that. So you've known who the so-called mole was for a long time."

"But you still sought me out."

"Because you can't handle this matter personally."

"If you just grab someone at random, search their soul, and claim they're the mole, no one below will believe it. Even if some did, they wouldn't fully buy it. Who to kill and who to catch would just be based on your word alone. Handling it like that is too messy."

Mu Tian spoke coldly.

"Do you think I care about that?"

"You don't. Of course you don't. This prison is completely dispensable to you." Yan Jing leaned against the door, smiling.

"But that's only in normal times."

Mu Tian's figure, which had been drifting back to his desk, paused.

"Your condition is terrible right now. If you just recklessly act on your own and that person really does rebel, things will end up even worse."

"Besides, if you can't provide a justified explanation, the other deputy warden will also waver."

Yan Jing smiled.

"So you needed a reason."

"No, that's not quite right. You needed a scapegoat."

"I'm guessing that no matter how badly I handled this, you would have found a way for me to find the mole anyway."

"The key point was that I had to be the one to find them."

Mu Tian drifted back behind his desk and said coldly, "You're very smart. But in this world, being smart is the most useless thing, because you won't always be the smartest one in the room."

"Only this is an unchanging truth."

He clenched his hand into a fist and placed it on the desk.

Yan Jing smiled.

"At least judging by the results, my smarts had some use. At the very least, they helped you discover that there isn't just one mole under you, Boss, but two."

Mu Tian's eyes darkened.

"Just as you said, this is hardly a surprise."

"So why does everyone think you won't be able to get past this hurdle?" Yan Jing smiled.

"What mistake did you make?"

"That has nothing to do with you," Mu Tian said coldly.

"You just need to finish acting out your part."

"Drawing the fire of two Ninth Tier experts is no easy feat." Yan Jing didn't agree right away.

But he didn't refuse either.

"What do you want?"

Mu Tian raised his eyes and looked at Yan Jing.

Yan Jing bid Mu Tian goodnight and stepped out of the office, spotting Ning Wei squatting in the corner of the corridor.

"Let's go, young master."

Yan Jing chuckled.

"Things aren't done yet, and our task is quite heavy. Otherwise, I'm going to lose my boss, and of course, you'll lose Pops." Ning Wei didn't respond, and the two walked out side by side.

It wasn't until they left the corridor that Ning Wei finally spoke up, his voice hoarse.

"So is he really done for?"

"Both wardens are going to rebel?"

He had heard them from outside.

Even though Mu Tian hadn't intended for him to hear.

But Yan Jing had leaned against the door and used his ability, so he heard everything anyway.

"I don't know how to answer that." Yan Jing smiled.

"Because I don't know which answer you're hoping to hear."

Ning Wei reached up and massaged his temples, the previous dejection vanishing without a trace.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Either way makes no difference to me."

"What do you plan to do?"

He looked at Yan Jing.

"What do I plan to do?"

Yan Jing gave a half-smile.

"The boss wants me to play the bad guy, so I'll just keep playing the bad guy."

"I'm very familiar with this line of work. I'm the bad guy no matter what Domain I'm in."

The next day.

Every screen across the Great Prison was broadcasting the same video.

"I thought of a way to get out first. You have to quickly erase the remnant souls in those places."

The crowd raised their heads and looked at the words Ai Qing spoke on the screen, every single one of them incomparably shocked.

News spread fast. In less than half a day, everyone knew that Ai Qing was the mole.

And just as everyone was fiercely debating how exactly Ai Qing would be dealt with, another video circulated through the Great Prison.

In the footage, Yan Jing grabbed Ai Qing's arm, twisting and throwing her down so hard that she passed out.

Although the video had no second half, seeing the murderous intent radiating from Yan Jing, everyone easily guessed Ai Qing's fate.

With this, Yan Jing's notoriety skyrocketed.

As he walked through the Great Prison, the prison staff would nod and greet him wherever he went, but they kept a distance wider than the Milky Way.

One or two busybodies gathered enough courage to ask him if he had killed Ai Qing.

"It happened too suddenly. There was no time for anything."

Yan Jing smiled.

"There was truly nothing that could be done."

This completely confirmed it.

Soon, the news spread past the third layer of the Great Prison, past the second layer, down into the first layer, and straight into the Special Prison Cell.

Inside the room, Wen Qiao was reading the latest newspaper of the day.

She stared at the headline that took up half the page: "Ai Qing's Ideology Shifts, Intends Rebellion. Commissioner Yan Uses Thunderous Methods to Execute Her on the Spot."

Wen Qiao looked at the newspaper, staring blankly in a daze.

She reached out, wanting to touch the face on the newspaper, but before she could make contact, she pulled her hand back.

Ink smudged on the paper, bleeding the words.

Originally, everyone thought the matter would end there after the two videos. Unexpectedly, at dusk, another video leaked out—and the footage showed the entire process of those three auditors being murdered that night!