Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The side effects of the medication put Zhang Ziqian in a state of extreme agitation and nervousness.

He huddled in the back seat, two fingers gripping an exquisite brooch.

Flame-shaped, ruby-cut.

This is a replica.

By the light of the streetlights flashing past the window, Zhang Ziqian held the brooch up to his eyes, turning it over and over, gazing intently at its scarlet reflection.

"Heh...hehe..."

"I never imagined this thing... was so important..."

His thumb pad gently rubbed the imitation gemstone, his eyes glazed and crazed.

"Just now in the courtroom, I saw that Li Rui was gripping it tightly with his hand, as if he was protecting some kind of vital organ."

"If I had known, I should have... taken the real one from Teacher Su back then."

His fingertips slid slowly along the tip of the flame, the movement as gentle as caressing a lover's skin, yet his tone was full of nauseating regret and lingering resentment.

"But when Teacher Su wore this... on her apricot-colored cardigan... stained with blood... it looked so beautiful!"

The last syllable suddenly rose, turning into a sharp sigh.

Immediately afterwards, he made a move that sent chills down the spine of the driver in the front seat, Sun Qiang.

Zhang Ziqian suddenly unscrewed the brooch's back clasp and slammed the hard, faceted gemstone against the car window.

From slow to fast, from light to heavy, press and roll forcefully.

"Squeak—squeak—squeak—"

Sun Weimin finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Enough! Ziqian..."

At this point, the car was about two blocks away from the abandoned amusement park.

This was the darkest section of the entire road; two of the three streetlights had gone out, and the view instantly sank into a deathly silence.

Sudden--

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar of an engine erupted without warning from the dark fork in the road on the left!

A bread truck with its lights off, like a steel beast that had been lurking in the darkness for a long time, sped off with the momentum of mutual destruction!

There was no slowing down, no hesitation.

The front of the van pierced straight into the driver's side door of the armored truck at an extremely violent angle!

"Bang!!!"

The loud impact seemed to make the air tremble.

The side of the armored vehicle collapsed severely in an instant, and the glass shattered like a spider web.

The driver, Sun Qiang, was slammed hard against the seat by the airbag, and a bloody gash appeared on his forehead.

Sun Weimin, in the passenger seat, let out a scream that was cut off in his throat. His body lurched forward, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt.

Zhang Ziqian, sitting in the back seat, was thrown to one side like a rag doll, screaming and groaning.

The two cars slid along the ground for more than ten meters due to inertia, sparks flying everywhere, before finally coming to a stop with a screeching sound of brakes.

……

Thick white smoke billowed from the front of the bread truck, and the driver's door warped and popped open.

One foot stepped onto the asphalt road littered with broken glass.

Li Rui climbed out of the bread truck.

He wasn't wearing a police uniform; his all-black attire almost blended into the night.

There was a bloody mark on his forehead from the impact, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

His right hand was tucked tightly into his pocket, where he clutched the genuine, bloodstained flame brooch.

The brooch is very hot.

From the moment he gained the ability, it began to heat up.

It was as if they were urging him—go faster.

He rushed to the side of the escort vehicle in three quick steps.

Through the scratched and shattered car window, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the terrified figure inside the car.

"Zhang Ziqian".

"Your belongings to my wife—"

"What are you all doing?!"

……

Just then.

The passenger door of the armored vehicle was pushed open a crack.

Sun Weimin, his face covered in blood, leaned out halfway. Despite his disheveled appearance, the professional fake smile he had developed over time had not completely faded from his face.

"Li Rui! You're insane!" Sun Weimin shouted sternly upon recognizing the person who approached. "Attack on an official vehicle, premeditated murder—I only need to make one phone call, and you'll be stripped of your police uniform tonight!"

He paused, a cold, condescending smile creeping onto his lips: "Get out now! I can pretend I didn't see anything. Otherwise—"

In the driver's seat, Sun Qiang, whose head was covered in blood, was unable to move, but his hand had already silently slid towards the cell phone on his waist, preparing to inform Zhang Zhaoqing.

Li Rui didn't even lift his eyelids.

His gaze remained fixed on the figure huddled in the shadows of the back seat of the car.

Li Rui's voice came from deep within his throat, filled with merciless killing intent:

"Sun Qiang".

"Assisting Zhang Ziqian in committing crimes."

"Sun Weimin".

"To help Zhang Ziqian get acquitted."

Sun Weimin was stunned, his mouth half-open, the sentences about the law, the consequences, and the threats still stuck on the tip of his tongue.

Sun Qiang's finger had just touched the power button on the phone.

At that very moment.

Li Rui suddenly pulled his right hand out of his pocket, the brooch embedded in his palm, the gemstone facing forward.

"Since the law cannot judge you..."

"Then I will be the judge!"

boom--!

Two dark, deep red clusters, like karmic fires capable of burning souls, appeared out of nowhere without warning!

The first clump was shoved directly into Sun Weimin's wide-open mouth!

The second cluster, like a poisonous drill, pierced straight into Sun Qiang's coccyx from the driver's seat!

"Aaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream instantly tore through the night sky.

This is the scream of flesh being burned by flames, and the wailing of the soul being torn apart.

The karmic fire forced Sun Weimin to relive each crime he helped to exonerate from the perspective of a victim.

She "became" the first girl to be tortured and killed by Zhang Ziqian—strangled, dragged, her fingernails broke on the ground, and she received no rescue until the moment she breathed her last.

He "became" the father blocked from the courtroom by a false medical report—kneeling at the courthouse entrance, watching the murderer not prosecuted in court, without even the strength to stand up.

He "became" Su Xiao—looking up at the face twisted with ecstatic joy as it crushed the brooch, and hearing the cracking sound of his own cervical spine.

Sun Weimin clearly felt his body being burned into nothingness little by little, but before that, his consciousness was forcibly dragged into one cycle of reincarnation after another.

—Assisting someone in getting away with a crime makes one an accomplice.

The karmic fire also forced Sun Qiang to relive each crime he assisted in committing from the perspective of a victim.

He "became" Duoduo—four years old, huddled in a corner of an abandoned warehouse, forced to witness the atrocity, every sound etched into his memory, haunted by nightmares ever since.

He "became" Duo Duo's mother—watching his phone being stolen by the people he sent out, and heartbroken as his daughter remained silent and motionless.

He "became" Su Xiao—the last thing he saw was a blood-stained salute from firefighter Sam.

—Assisting in a crime is an even more serious offense.

They are consciously enduring the burning of karmic fire, experiencing immense pain.