When a person is in a high-ranking position, their words carry the law.

Chapter 102 The Demonic Blood of Freedom
As dawn broke, the morning sunlight streamed in through the window, moving across the ground until it finally illuminated the shadow of the person on the sofa.

Qi Fangwei slowly opened his eyes, looking at the quiet reception room, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

As the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, even if he became a suspect, he didn't need to stay in a cell; instead, there was a special place for him to stay.

Inside the reception room, there was also a small rest room for Qi Fangwei to rest at any time. The conditions were no worse than usual, except that he could not leave the reception room and could not use his internal energy.

However, in Qi Fangwei's eyes, the reception room in front of him was gradually resembling a prison cell, as if it could be turned into a room surrounded by iron bars and iron doors at any time.

It was too quiet.

It was so quiet it was unsettling.

The outside was heavily guarded, and no one was allowed to approach, especially the action department under Qi Fangwei's command.

That was bad enough, but even the bureau chief who ordered him to be placed under house arrest didn't get to see Qi Fangwei even once.

This filled Qi Fangwei with a deep sense of foreboding.

He has a chance of having his case overturned, and the bureau chief should meet with him to prevent Qi Fangwei from becoming his adversary after the case is overturned.

The fact that the bureau chief didn't come indirectly suggests that Qi Fangwei's chances of overturning his case are slim. The longer this quiet period lasts, the less likely Qi Fangwei is to overcome this hurdle.

'Could it be... that I've been abandoned...?'

This thought kept echoing in Qi Fangwei's mind.

As the sun rose higher and time passed, Qi Fangwei grew increasingly anxious.

Just as Qi Fangwei's thoughts were getting stronger, the doorknob was suddenly turned, and this sound saved Qi Fangwei.

A middle-aged man pushed open the door and entered, smiling at Qi Fangwei, "Director Qi, I've kept you waiting."

"Officer Zhang," Qi Fangwei said with a smile.

The visitor was Zhang Zeyong, an officer of the Martial Arts Association branch. Like Qi Fangwei, he was a member of the General Association under Qu Jingxuan.

He stood up and led Zhang Zeyong to the sofa. The two sat down separately, and he asked, "Officer Zhang, how is the situation?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zeyong looked troubled and said, "The situation is not optimistic. Xu Feihu has been discovered and was killed last night. Moreover, he didn't keep his mouth shut before he died, and he revealed a lot of things related to you, Director Qi."

Upon hearing this, Qi Fangwei's face turned ashen.

"Where is Minister Qu?" Qi Fangwei asked repeatedly. "What did Minister Qu say?"

"Minister Qu certainly wouldn't abandon you, Director Qi, but... keeping your position will be a bit difficult."

Zhang Zeyong sighed and said, "Director Qi, the evidence is conclusive, and that woman Mu Yaoguang is coming. This time... I'm afraid you're going to have a tough time."

"What do you mean?" Qi Fangwei clenched his hands.

“If you confess to your crimes, we will try to treat you leniently, avoid the death penalty, and send you to the federal central prison to serve your sentence. Then, through some maneuvering, we can change your life sentence to a fixed term, and then gradually reduce your sentence. If all goes well, you can be released on medical parole in a maximum of twenty years.”

Zhang Zeyong said earnestly, "Twenty years is not too long for a martial artist. You will be sixty years old by then, so you have at least forty more years to go. There's still a long way to go."

That's not wrong. Martial artists are much stronger than ordinary people. As long as they don't get any serious illnesses or injuries, it's not too difficult for them to live to be a hundred.

At least for Qi Fangwei, it wasn't too difficult.

He might even live to be 120 or 130, with a considerable amount of life left.

"What about my future?" Qi Fangwei asked in a low voice.

He didn't work as someone's dog to live to be a hundred; he wanted to seize power and climb the ladder of success step by step.

If he were content with mediocrity, Qi Fangwei wouldn't have ended up where he is today.

Moreover, federal prisons are not vacation spots. Going in means losing all your martial arts skills, at most leaving you with the physical body of a martial artist. If you come out twenty years later, at the age of sixty, it would be a miracle if you could recover even 10% of your strength by rebuilding your internal energy.

Qi Fangwei's resentment was so intense that he clenched his teeth, his face contorted, and Zhang Zeyong could easily see it.

But he just sighed, then his expression gradually calmed down, and he said, "Director Qi, it's already a great achievement to be alive. People should learn to be content."

"But the reason I've ended up in this situation is to help Minister Qu!"

Qi Fangwei gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see Minister Qu."

“It is precisely because you have rendered meritorious service that you will not die,” Zhang Zeyong said expressionlessly. “Minister Qu has already done his best for you, so don’t be ungrateful.”

hiss-

Qi Fangwei tore open the sofa cover beneath his palm with his five fingers, clenched his fists, and his internal energy surged violently.

At the same time, a red light shone from his body, and the shackles on his arms, body, and neck tightened under his suit, forcibly suppressing the internal power and releasing electric shocks, causing Qi Fangwei's body to tremble uncontrollably.

Although Qi Fangwei wasn't put in jail, all the necessary restrictions were still in place to prevent him from resorting to desperate measures.

"Sigh, never satisfied."

Zhang Zeyong shook his head and sighed softly. He stood up, ignoring Qi Fangwei, who was almost knocked to the ground by the electric shock, and turned to say, "That's settled then. I hope you won't say anything reckless, lest..."

Qi Fangwei could no longer hear what was said after that.

He gritted his teeth and struggled against the shackles binding him.

In a daze, the scene from more than ten years ago seemed to reappear before my eyes.

He was young then, passed the assessment with high marks, joined the Public Security Bureau, and made many merits in a short period of time. He was even seriously injured in an operation and almost died.

He thought this would lead to a promotion, but unexpectedly, a member of his team received a promotion despite his privileged background.

This was hard for her to accept, yet she was unwilling to give up. Just then, Qu Jingxuan came to Canghai City on a mission, and she seized the opportunity...
The scene of memory suddenly shattered, and a hazy crimson color gradually spread.

In the darkness, a strange and distant voice echoed.

He said, “Those who try to seize power are seized by power and eventually abandoned by power. This ugly phenomenon is all too common in the world, but interestingly, I never find it boring.”

"Take it as a reward to please me."

The crimson hue was coalescing and transforming, and an indescribable tremor filled Qi Fangwei's chest at that moment.

As long as he is willing and accepts it, he can gain the power to break free from his shackles.

If he is willing to submit, he can have a completely new future.

Then, there is only one answer.

"I will submit to you."

Qi Fangwei knelt before the unseen being, just as he had submitted to Qu Jingxuan years ago.

And that being responded.

The space rippled like the surface of water, and the illusory droplets of blood passed through the water, turning into reality and dripping onto Qi Fangwei's head.

Ah Yu's new book didn't do very well, and it took her a while to recover from her emotional state.

Two updates today, three more tomorrow.

I'll still keep writing the book; who knows, some rich woman might get blind and give me a tip.

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