Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 922 It was this person.
Fang Yu frowned slightly, his already gloomy face becoming even more stern.

The jailers behind him felt this invisible pressure and held their breath, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the ground.

"No direct contact with prisoners?"

Fang Yu asked the core question directly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

A slightly embarrassed chuckle flashed across Lord Zhu's face.

"This person... will be publicly executed tomorrow at noon." He lowered his voice.

"..." Fang Yu seemed taken aback for a moment, his brows furrowing even more. "So urgent?"

"It is Master Qian's intention, and we dare not object."

Master Zhu explained cautiously, then lowered his voice, hinting at something.

"However, in my humble opinion, beheading is a minor matter... Public execution to deter villains is probably the deeper meaning behind your intention, Master."

He was, after all, a shrewd man. Having spent many years in the Foolish Underworld, he had long since honed his ability to read people's expressions and moods.

Whether Song Zhenrong lives or dies may no longer matter tomorrow, but right now, he must "live," and he must appear in the public eye in a relatively "decent" manner.

"you misunderstood."

Fang Yu interrupted him in a calm tone.

"I'm just doing it as a formality, asking casually. I won't do anything to him."

He displayed an attitude of "understanding" the unspoken rules, which surprised Master Zhu slightly.

He originally thought that Captain Feng, with his "straightforward" personality, would be rather oblivious to these intricacies.

Zhu Daren's mind raced.

"Song Zhenrong's death sentence was a rock-solid decision personally made by Master Qian! Under these circumstances, if Captain Feng were to do anything outrageous, he'd be courting death by any means necessary. So this is more like... a gesture? A way to show his presence before a power shift? Or has he found some powerful backer?"

Based on this assessment, Master Zhu decided to do him a favor.

After all, the person is going to die tomorrow. Giving Captain Feng face now won't do him any harm, and might even create a good relationship.

"Okay, okay, then please feel free to chat with him for a bit?"

Master Zhu smiled and stepped aside.

But after he finished speaking, he showed no intention of leaving with his men, clearly wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Fang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke again, his tone leaving no room for argument: "I want to talk to him alone."

Lord Zhu frowned.

Want to talk privately?
What conditions are they going to promise in private?
Is it inconvenient for others to hear?

He gave Fang Yu a meaningful look.

After a moment's hesitation, he waved his hand and led a few jailers out of the torture chamber, closing the heavy iron door behind him.

With a clang, only Fang Yu and the suspended Song Zhenrong remained in the dimly lit torture chamber.

Song Zhenrong looked at the gloomy man in front of him warily, his eyes cold and guarded.

"I have said all I need to say. I know nothing else."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone firm.

However, he noticed that "Captain Feng" did not ask anything immediately, but just stared at him with a strange look.

Deep within those originally gloomy eyes, there seemed to be... a hint of an indescribable smile?

“Captain Song…” Fang Yu suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a gentleness that felt both strangely familiar and strangely unfamiliar to Song Zhenrong. “Long time no see.”

Song Zhenrong: ? ? ?

He almost suspected he was hallucinating from excessive blood loss!
His brain rapidly searched his entire life, but he could not recall any interaction with Captain Feng of the Foolish Underworld in the capital!
What makes you say "long time no see"?
Just as Song Zhenrong was filled with confusion and his vigilance was at its peak...

Fang Yu walked up to him, leaned close to his ear, and spoke clearly in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear:

“I am… Diao Deyi.”

...！！！！

What? ! !
Song Zhenrong's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant!
Shock, elation, disbelief... a tsunami of emotions crashed over him, almost suffocating him!
But the next second, a strong sense of vigilance immediately overwhelmed this enormous impact!

He frowned sharply, his eyes scrutinizing the person before him. As the other person stepped back two paces and began searching for the key to the handcuffs, he suppressed his excitement and said coldly:
"Captain Feng, don't joke around. I don't know what you're talking about."

Fang Yu was slightly taken aback, then seemed to understand, and a look of both annoyance and amusement appeared on his face.

"You think I'm an imposter?" he asked with a helpless smile.

"..." Song Zhenrong did not answer, but his tense body and suspicious eyes clearly expressed his attitude.

Fang Yu admired Song Zhenrong for remaining vigilant in such a desperate situation, but he couldn't help feeling a little speechless.

Why are you suspecting everyone and everything, and now you're even suspecting yourself?
"Captain Song, do you remember the first time we met?"

Fang Yu lowered his voice, a hint of reminiscence in it. "We exchanged blows. Your Fiery Palm back then really gave me a hard time."

! ! ! !
Song Zhenrong's eyes widened instantly, and he almost choked on his breath!
The scene of his first meeting with Fang Yu was in an inn full of misunderstandings. That tentative exchange was a detail that was absolutely not recorded in the records!
The records only document key events and important information!

Unless... the person in front of me really is Diao Deyi!

Or... the intelligence capabilities of the Capital City's Foolish Underworld have become so terrifying that they have even dug up such insignificant details and used them to set traps and extract information!

Song Zhenrong kept his lips tightly pressed together and did not speak, but the solid fortress of doubt in his heart had begun to quietly loosen.

Seeing this, Fang Yu felt somewhat helpless.

It seems that words alone are not enough.

"Does Captain Song recognize this?"

Before he finished speaking, fine bone powder seemed to quietly shake off beneath the skin of Fang Yu's right arm, covering it with a layer of cold, hard, and inhuman-textured white bone claws!
This scene was like a thunderbolt, shattering the last trace of doubt in Song Zhenrong's heart!
A person's face can be changed, but a martial arts technique is difficult to imitate!
That kind of bone-shaving technique was unique even to Song Zhenrong!

It's him! It really is him! Diao Deyi!

Song Zhenrong's eyes were instantly filled with immense excitement and disbelief, his gaze fixed on Fang Yu as if trying to see right through him.

“Song Xi…my sister…”

He could no longer hold back, his voice trembling uncontrollably with urgency.

Fang Yu immediately raised his hand in a reassuring gesture, a comforting smile on his face, and lowered his voice even further: "You will meet soon, don't worry."

Even so, Fang Yu was actually quite apprehensive.

Finding the person is only the first step; the real challenge is how to safely bring them out of this den of foes, this foolish underworld prison.

Song Zhenrong belatedly realized what was happening, and a thousand words and countless questions welled up in his mind.

What's Diao Deyi doing here?

How did it become Captain Feng? What happened to my sister?

What's happening outside?
...Countless questions almost burst from his throat, but he forcibly suppressed them.

He knew that this was not the time to press for answers!
The overwhelming excitement and pent-up frustration made his face flush and his breathing rapid. His expression, which carried a hint of innocent nervousness, almost made Fang Yu burst out laughing, but he managed to restrain himself in time.

"Remember, I am now Captain Feng."

Fang Yu's expression turned serious, and he quickly whispered something.

"I'm taking you away to the 'crime scene' for identification. Understand? All you need to do is act listless, like a walking corpse. Leave the rest to me. By the way, do you have anything else to add? Any information that will help us get out of here?"

The only excuse Fang Yu could think of for the time being was "identifying the scene".

Upon hearing this, Song Zhenrong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately provided the key information:
"Master Qian has sentenced me to public execution tomorrow. Before that, according to his wishes, I will receive relatively 'decent' treatment. Judging from the executioner's attitude, it seems he can arrange slightly better treatment for me... Perhaps we can take advantage of this?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu frowned slightly and quickly began to think.

Should he make a fuss about "decency"? He suddenly thought of an important question.

"By the way, Linghu Xiang! Where is she? We have to take her with us!"

Fang Yu did not intend to increase the difficulty.

But if she only saves Song Zhenrong and leaves Linghu Xiang behind, she will almost certainly die!

Since we're going to take action, we must rescue them together, otherwise the consequences will be dire!

"She should be in the cell next door! We'd better hurry! I'm worried something might have happened to her!"

Song Zhenrong immediately lowered his voice to answer, his tone revealing his concern for Linghu Xiang.

This concern, and the swift agreement with Fang Yu's suggestion to rescue Linghu Xiang, subtly added to the credibility of Fang Yu's identity.

"found it."

Fang Yu quickly found the key to the handcuffs and reached out to untie the restraints on Song Zhenrong's wrists.

"Wait!" Song Zhenrong immediately stopped him. "Wearing shackles makes things easier for us, and it makes us look more like we're being escorted."

Fang Yu thought about it briefly and found it to be reasonable.

Once we escape this prison, there are plenty of ways to get rid of these shackles; wearing them now might actually reduce unnecessary suspicion.

"Okay." He put down the keys, stepped forward, and carefully took Song Zhenrong's arm.

"hiss--!"

The violent movement aggravated all the wounds on his body, and Song Zhenrong immediately turned pale with pain, gasped for breath, and large beads of sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

Under torture, he had been holding on with his spirit, but now that he relaxed even slightly, the overwhelming pain almost swallowed him whole.

"hold onto!"

Fang Yu encouraged him in a low voice while struggling to support his swaying body.

Then, he supported Song Zhenrong and pushed open the heavy iron door of the torture chamber.

Surprisingly, only a few jailers were waiting outside the door.

The executioner, Lord Zhu, was nowhere to be found.

"What about others?"

Fang Yu frowned and asked, his tone carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

The jailers and their men naturally knew who they were asking.

One of the jailers hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the captain, Lord Zhu... went to see another prisoner named Linghu Xiang, perhaps... perhaps he wanted to 'have some fun'..."

Before the jailer could finish speaking, he felt a chilling killing intent, as if it could freeze the soul, suddenly erupt from the "Captain Feng" in front of him!
The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees!

The jailer who had spoken immediately turned deathly pale, realizing he might have said something wrong and angered the fearsome man. He quickly lowered his head in fear and dared not utter another word.

The other prison guards were even more terrified, not daring to utter a sound, only daring to steal glances at the bloodied Song Zhenrong who was being carried out by Fang Yu.

Song Zhenrong's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his nails almost digging into his flesh, and his teeth were grinding together.
If Linghu Xiang were to truly be defiled by that beast because of him...

Even if it costs him his life, Song Zhenrong will definitely tear Lord Zhu to pieces!

His principles of righteousness and justice would never tolerate such a despicable thing happening!

"Where is that prisoner's cell?"

Fang Yu's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.

"There, over there!" A quick-thinking jailer pointed to a dark area deep in the passage ahead.

"I, I'll lead the way for you, sir!" Another jailer seemed to want to make amends.

"Need not!"

Fang Yu flatly refused, supporting Song Zhenrong as he strode towards the direction the jailer pointed, his footsteps fast and heavy, echoing clearly in the silent corridor. "I'll go myself!"

Not far ahead, a torchlight appeared around the corner. In front of a cell, several figures were elongated by the torchlight and projected onto the rough stone wall, swaying slightly.

Tatata!
Fang Yu deliberately made his footsteps louder.

The guards at the door immediately turned around alertly.

When Lord Zhu saw Fang Yu supporting Song Zhenrong as they arrived, he habitually put on a smile: "Captain Feng, you're done so quickly?...Wait! Why did you bring him out?!"

When he saw that Song Zhenrong had also been taken away from the torture chamber, his smile froze instantly, and his voice was filled with astonishment and a hint of unease.

Fang Yu was also slightly taken aback.

He had assumed Lord Zhu would be in Linghu Xiang's cell, but it turned out he was guarding outside. What was going on?
Despite his doubts, Fang Yu maintained Captain Feng's cold and matter-of-fact demeanor: "I plan to take him to the scene of the crime and let him 'recall' it properly. Perhaps we can discover new clues about what connection he has with that demon."

Upon hearing this, Lord Zhu's eyes flickered, as if he had made a connection.

But taking someone out of jail... is ultimately a violation of the rules.

He was about to offer a gentle reminder when a shrill, piercing soprano voice suddenly erupted from the cell:

"You are not Diao Deyi at all!!!"

The voice was filled with anger, despair, and a barely perceptible tremor.

Damn! I almost missed the show!
Master Zhu's attention was instantly drawn, and he no longer had time to question Fang Yu about taking Song Zhenrong away.

Along with several other prison guards who were also drawn by the sound, they immediately gathered around the narrow peephole at the cell door and craned their necks to peer inside.

Fang Yu and Song Zhenrong exchanged a glance, their hearts tightening.

Fang Yu immediately pushed aside the jailer blocking the peephole and also squeezed through the gap to look inside.

Inside the cell, a man whose build and face were almost identical to his own were being pushed to the ground in a disheveled state.

A long sword, gleaming with cold light, was firmly pressed against his throat!
The one wielding the sword was none other than Linghu Xiang!
(End of this chapter)