Hearing the name Han Ling spoken so casually from Fang Zhe's mouth, General Tyron's pupils instantly contracted. A flash of shock crossed his eyes for a fraction of a second before he managed to regain control over his cold, rigid facial expression."What kind of nonsense is that?!" barked General Tyron, his voice rising an octave to hide a nervous tremor."Don't try to divert attention by mentioning someone who has nothing to do with your criminal case, Fang Zhe! I am acting on behalf of the law and the military of the Sky Star Nation, not under anyone's orders!"Even though General Tyron refused to admit it, his body language and the micro-panics on the general's face could not deceive Fang Zhe's sharp eyes. That confirmation was more than enough for Fang Zhe: even this strongest general was nothing more than a hunting dog belonging to the underworld ruler."...."The atmosphere in the courtyard of the God Alchemist Shop suddenly became incredibly tense. The air felt as heavy as lea

[Diiing!][The system has detected a sharp spike in Negative Emotions from the Host. Advising the Host to maintain your blood pressure so you do not drop dead before reaching the prison.]'Damn you, you piece of trash system!' Fang Zhe cursed in his mind, the veins on his forehead throbbing with intense irritation.'Who's going to die?! Are you an assistant system or the Grim Reaper? How dare you curse your own Host!'[Diiing! The system is merely being realistic based on a logical analysis of the General's words in front of you. However, if the Host feels insulted, you can always use the 'VIP Path' to purchase information that could turn the tables.]Fang Zhe took a deep breath, restraining himself from unleashing his Qi energy right then and there to obliterate the military jeep and everything inside it.He knew this money-grubbing system was baiting him. However, General Tyron’s words and the system’s recent warning suddenly connected a series of dots in his mind.Something was off

Fang Zhe rubbed his wrists, which were slightly reddened from the chafing of the metal restraints. This freedom of movement—even inside the deadliest prison structure—felt rather pleasant. Without wasting a moment, he strolled casually behind the scarred senior guard.General Tyron did not follow them any further inside. From the threshold of the registration hall, the general merely stared at Fang Zhe’s receding back with a cruel, unwavering smirk. In his eyes, walking into Block 10 was no different than walking toward a delayed gallows.To reach Block 10—which, in the prison's internal hierarchy, was actually the weakest or lowest-security zone in the Black Dragon Prison—they had to traverse a long corridor that split the other blocks down the middle. The corridor was bordered by thick, high-energy iron bars and damp obsidian walls.The moment Fang Zhe’s figure passed by, the atmosphere along the corridor shifted drastically."Oho? A new fish?!""Looks like Block 10 has got some new

Fang Zhe's incredibly casual yet razor-sharp words were like a bucket of kerosene poured directly onto burning embers."Y-YOU... YOU DAMN LITTLE BASTARD!!!""Charge at him together?! Does he really think his measly Qi Gathering realm can challenge every single person in this courtyard?!""Rip his mouth apart! Cut out his arrogant tongue!"The veins on the temples of the giant man with the wolf tattoo throbbed violently, holding back a fury that nearly suffocated his breath. The dagger in his hand trembled heavily due to his excessively tight grip. To be treated like a pile of trash that a new inmate could sweep away all at once was the greatest humiliation in the entire history of their criminal careers.However, amidst the uproar of curses that were ready to detonate into physical attacks, the tall, lanky inmate with the black nails suddenly narrowed his eyes. A cunning glint flashed across his gaunt face."Hold on a minute! Contain your tempers!" shouted Black Nails, attempting to q

The wolf-tattooed man answered with trembling lips, uttering the name as if the words themselves carried a curse.Hearing that unfamiliar name, a subtle smile etched onto Fang Zhe's face once more. His guess had proven correct. The system never miscalculated; there was always a big boss lurking behind the scenes once the lackeys had been razed to the ground."Murayama, huh?" Fang Zhe tapped his chin with his index finger, appearing deep in thought. "Continue. Tell me everything you know about him before I lose my patience."The wolf-tattooed man swallowed hard, hurriedly replying to save his own life."He... he is also a five-star Qi Gathering realm cultivator, just like you! But make no mistake, he is no ordinary inmate. Murayama is one of the ten right-hand men of the Han Ling faction, intentionally stationed inside this Black Dragon Prison to control the prisoners of Block 10."He then pointed with a trembling finger toward a small obsidian stone tower perched at the top of the Blo