Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Meanwhile, in a hotel room in Zhaoming City, Wen Yan leaned against the headboard, his fingertips gently touching his pulse, feeling the burning power emanating from his heart.

For every person Song Chao killed, his proficiency in "Blood Control" increased by one point, and the power he received in return also increased by one point.

The dark golden soul power flowed gently through his meridians, its scalding heat with a rusty feel greatly satisfying him.

He can sense the movements of all parties simultaneously.

Zhou Zhengqing's men were searching everywhere for Song Chao, and they even went to fetch his distant cousin and mentor, hoping to persuade him to surrender.

People on the dark web are searching everywhere for Song Chao, hoping to recruit him for their own use.

The Five Mountains Society wanted to reap the benefits without lifting a finger and capture Song Chao to bring him back to headquarters to claim the reward.

The Fire Seed organization watched from the sidelines, ready to intervene if the Song Dynasty encountered danger.

He could see through the thoughts of all the various factions.

A faint smile appeared on Wen Yan's lips.

The seed he sowed was even better than he had imagined.

The hatred that erupts when an honest person is driven to the brink of despair is indeed the best nourishment.

He wanted to see what the Song Dynasty would choose next.

Should they go directly to seek revenge on the remaining three enemies, or deal with the various forces that have come knocking on their door first?

Whichever path he chooses, it will be very interesting.

Wen Yan looked up out the window, the morning light shining through the glass onto his face, making his pale skin almost transparent.

He could sense the current location of the Song Dynasty.

The man was standing on the rooftop opposite the courthouse, staring at the police cars coming and going below, his eyes as cold as knives.

Judge Zhao Dehai works in this courthouse building.

Zhou Zhengqing had arranged for eight men, all fully armed, to stand guard outside Zhao Dehai's office.

A new killing spree is about to begin.

Wen Yan's fingertips twitched slightly, and a drop of bright red blood rose from his palm, gently rotating with his will.

The game has only just begun.

He wanted to see how long these high-ranking figures could remain arrogant in the face of a reckless avenger.

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The national emblem on the main entrance of the courthouse was dazzlingly bright in the midday sun.

Zhao Dehai sat behind his mahogany desk, his fingertips repeatedly poking at the open files in front of him with his pen, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

The ashtray on the corner of the table was half full of cigarette butts.

The office door was locked from the inside.

Eight fully armed Sharp Blade team members stood in the corridor outside the door, wearing black combat uniforms, with tranquilizer guns loaded, and inquiries from the command center coming through their earpieces every ten minutes.

Safety.

He kept telling himself that.

The people Zhou Zhengqing sent were all top-notch personnel selected from the province's security teams. They were armed with tranquilizer darts capable of taking down a thousand-pound wild buffalo, and the entrance was equipped with a vital signs monitoring device. As soon as any unfamiliar life signal approached, the alarm would immediately sound.

He has nothing to be afraid of.

The pen nib clicked as it pierced the paper of the file.

He recalled the scene a month ago when Zhang Jinshan came to his door with three million yuan in cash.

The man grinned, his face full of menacing features. He shoved the bank card onto Zhao's desk and said, "Judge Zhao, I'll need your help with the things that happened at the construction site."

What did he say back then?

Oh right, he picked up the bank card and put it in the drawer, saying only four words.

Act in accordance with the law.

What does it mean to act in accordance with the law?

In the Song Dynasty, the evidence of someone stealing steel bars was conclusive, and the perpetrator was caught red-handed. According to the law, the perpetrator was sentenced to three years in prison. This is what it means to act in accordance with the law.

As for whether the steel bars were replaced during the Song Dynasty, that's none of his business.

He worked in the court for over twenty years and saw too many people from the lower classes who wanted to overturn their cases.

She was crying.

It's a nuisance.

Kneeling and kowtowing at the entrance of the courthouse.

In the end, the verdict will be handed down as it should be.

Even if a migrant worker is truly wronged, how much trouble can he cause?

Zhao Dehai chuckled and took a sip of hot tea from his thermos.

He was originally going to the safe house arranged by Zhou Zhengqing.

But he refused.

joke.

How could a judge of an intermediate people's court hide away because of a migrant worker's threat?

If word gets out, how will he ever be able to hold his head high in the system again?

Besides, Zhou Zhengqing had sent most of his men to protect those three thugs.

In Zhou Zhengqing's view, Song Chao's hatred was mainly directed at the three thugs who broke his legs. He was just a judge who went along with the situation and wouldn't have gone out of his way to seek revenge.

Zhao Dehai also thought so.

He even thought Zhou Zhengqing was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

It's very light.

That was the sound of the Sharp Blade team changing shifts.

Zhao Dehai put down his thermos, picked up a judgment document from the table and started reading. He had only read two lines when he heard a very faint "plop" sound from outside the door.

It felt like a heavy object had hit the carpet.

He frowned.

What's that sound?

"Xiao Wang?"

He called out to the team leader at the door.

No one answered.

The corridor was deathly silent.

Zhao Dehai's heart sank.

He reached out and touched the walkie-talkie on the table.

The moment my fingertips touched the plastic casing, I heard a "plop" sound.

This time we're even closer.

It was just three steps away from his office door.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

Zhao Dehai's voice was already trembling.

Still, no one answered.

The only sound was the whirring of the air from the central air conditioning vents.

He suddenly stood up and tried to lock the door.

As soon as I lifted my foot, I saw a dark red bloodstain seeping in from under the door.

It flowed slowly, leaving glaring marks on the light-colored carpet.

Zhao Dehai's legs went weak instantly.

is blood.

He recognized him.

He had seen countless photos of crime scenes, and this dark red, viscous liquid was definitely blood.

"alarm."

"Sound the alarm!"

He roared and lunged at the table, pressing the alarm.

A piercing alarm instantly blared throughout the entire floor.

The office area outside immediately descended into chaos.

The clattering sound of high heels on the ground.

The sound of files falling.

The woman's scream.

When mixed together, the sound was so jarring it made your scalp tingle.

Zhao Dehai leaned against his desk, trembling uncontrollably.

He saw it.

Through the frosted glass of the door, he saw one black shadow after another fall down.

There were no screams.

There was no sound of fighting.

Those well-trained elite guards fell to the ground silently without even uttering a cry for help.

It was as if the unseen Grim Reaper was extinguishing the candles of life one by one.

A suffocating feeling, like something out of a horror movie, gripped his heart.

He didn't even know where the enemy was.

I don't know what methods they used.

They could only watch helplessly as their guards fell one by one, the shadow of death drawing ever closer.

"Help!"

"Zhou Zhengqing! Send someone to rescue me immediately!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared, his fingers trembling so much he could barely hold it.

There was only a crackling sound from the walkie-talkie.

The signal is being interfered with.

"The Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Dehai suddenly realized what was happening. He pressed himself against the door, his voice trembling with tears.

"Song Chao! Come out here! Let's talk this out! I can reopen your case! I can overturn your conviction! I'll give you whatever money you want!"