Volume One, Chapter Three: So This Counts as an Arrest After All

“This Prison Warden’s Demon Codex doesn’t include prisoners who were already detained before? Then what use is all this hard work of mine?”

The more Lin Yun thought about it, the angrier he became. At this rate, his experience gain was so slow it would take an eternity to improve his strength.

No, he needed to find a way.

While pondering this, he strode purposefully toward the rest area.

As soon as he stepped inside, he heard Wang Daqiang shouting at the top of his lungs, “Lin Yun, hurry up! The captain’s here, get to the interrogation room!”

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment but didn’t dare to delay. He immediately rushed to the interrogation room.

It turned out the team captain had arrived.

Lin Yun had just joined recently and, aside from Wang Daqiang, he didn’t know any of the other prison officers in the supernatural prison.

He remained silent along the way.

When they reached the interrogation room, Lin Yun realized that the higher-ups had come to conduct an interrogation—it was the suspect accused of terrorist activities.

Previously, when delivering meals, this man always had his back turned to Lin Yun, so Lin Yun had never seen his face clearly. Now, however, he finally got a good look.

What he saw shocked him profoundly.

The man accused of such a grave terrorist offense was actually a dark-skinned, heavily wrinkled old man.

Rather than resembling a terrorist, he looked more like an elderly farmer who had just returned from the fields.

Despite his unsightly appearance, the severity of the charges against him was undeniable.

Besides the electronic heavy shackles on his body, several thick iron chains pierced through his shoulder blades.

The wounds were festering and maggot-infested, making Lin Yun feel nauseous.

When the prison officers dragged Zhang Ming from his cell, the old man was surprisingly obedient, closing his eyes tightly and remaining silent like a corpse.

But as they led him into the interrogation room, Zhang Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was sharp, and the moment he spoke, he hurled a torrent of curses at the middle-aged man in the suit: “You damn bastard!”

His voice was strong and resonated throughout the room.

Instead of being angered, the captain laughed heartily and immediately ordered, “As expected of a high-level supernatural user—after being locked up for so long, still so spirited. Bring him in for a thorough interrogation…”

Before the sentence was finished, several burly prison officers surrounded Zhang Ming, brandishing various torture instruments.

Lin Yun couldn’t see what happened next because the new officers, including him, were ushered out.

Standing at the door, he could only hear Zhang Ming’s continuous curses but no screams—this was a tough man.

Still, the sound of instruments striking the old man’s body sent chills down Lin Yun’s spine.

Next to Lin Yun stood a very young prison officer who looked visibly uncomfortable, his face occasionally flickering with pity.

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