CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 210 JIA YUN_3

The two brothers must have done quite a few "good deeds" in the past, leading to their panic when someone in authority arrived. They feared that the attention would be directly focused on them. Despite their notorious reputation in Canglan City, they couldn’t withstand such targeted provocation.

"I hope we can get through tonight peacefully."

"I’ll go to the temple to burn incense tomorrow."

...

On the other side.

Song Yinghan had already found Jia Yun, who was being held in prison.

Under the suppression of the Array, he was now no different from a mortal, sitting quietly at the edge of the dark prison cell, his eyes closed as if asleep.

"Jia Yun, who exactly instructed you? If you tell us, we can guarantee your survival."

At Yuchi’s signal, Song Yinghan spoke directly. After she finished, she observed Jia Yun’s reaction, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Thinking for a moment, Song Yinghan continued:

"Rest assured, we are from the Celestial Observatory. If you reveal all the clues you know, we will protect you. We will ensure your safety by taking you directly to our Celestial Observatory."

"So even if the big shots behind the scenes appear, you don’t have to worry. With our protection, you have nothing to fear."

Song Yinghan felt that was all she could say, but after she finished, the other person remained calm, sitting quietly as if in a daze, showing no sign of panic.

Yet Song Yinghan was not convinced.

She wanted to say something more, but suddenly Jia Yun spoke. He calmly said, "Give it up."

Song Yinghan: "..."

Yuchi thought to himself: Miss Song is having a hard time, eh? Dealing with this kind of person and still wants it to be that simple?

Then Jia Yun opened his eyes calmly and looked at Song Yinghan in front of him.

"First of all, I don’t understand what you’re saying, like ’who’? I don’t understand what you want to express. This whole affair was done by me alone, Jia Yun, and the evidence is irrefutable, I have no intention to argue otherwise."

"Secondly, you say you want to protect me by taking me to the Celestial Observatory. What kind of protection is that? It’s merely for your own interests to temporarily protect me, and after you’ve used me, you’ll discard me. Who doesn’t know your intentions?"

"Lastly, even if you resort to all kinds of means to force me, or use some Evil Technique to directly read my mind, whatever you achieve will be in vain. I only know this much about the matter."

After finishing, Jia Yun seemed somewhat pleased with himself.

In any case, his life was doomed, so why not exchange it for the safety and prosperity of his family? What’s not worth it? In this mortal situation, he could still mock these arrogant dogs of the Celestial Capital Department, which brought him a great sense of satisfaction.

Satisfying!

To be honest, the Demon-slaying Bureau is the most stifled within the Four Major Institutions. In the eyes of the populace, it’s full of mystery and elegance, but in reality, it’s all nonsense. Without the supplement of gold and silver, nothing can be done.

As for the Celestial Capital Department? What have they done? They directly take forty percent of the tax silver? This leads to a bunch of celestials from the Celestial Capital Department becoming fat and full, posturing and being disgusting. Usually, considering future interactions, it’s embarrassing to say it directly, but now things are different.

Soon, I’m going to die; why would I still care about these things?

To hell with those damned people from the Celestial Capital Department. Your whole family are bitches, ha ha ha.

Song Yinghan’s anger flared up immediately.

Just as she was about to speak, Yuchi lightly stood in front of her and, amidst her incomprehension, smiled and said, "Let me have a chat with him. I find this guy somewhat interesting."

Indeed, he could see some of himself in this man. Had he not also gone through similar experiences?

Hearing Yuchi’s words, Song Yinghan glanced at Jia Yun, who was also puzzled.

I’m interesting? It’s you who’s interesting, isn’t it? You want to chat with me, a dying man? Do you really think you’re that great?

Who cares about you?

Who cares? I care... Song Yinghan looked indifferently at Jia Yun, nodded, and said, "Then I’ll leave first. If there’s anything, come find me outside. We’ll be waiting for you outside."

Did you two decide our matters for three people? I’m your father! Song Qingshan insisted, "I haven’t spoken yet."

"You’ve spoken now." Song Yinghan: "Alright, let’s go."

"... This works? Song Yinghan, "Oh."

Glancing at Yuchi with a deep gaze, amid Yuchi’s brilliant smile, the father and daughter left the underground prison, leaving Yuchi standing alone outside the cell.

...

There’s no rush. Events have reached this stage, and it’s no longer urgent.

If it’s a chat, then it should feel like a chat. Yuchi dragged a chair over from a nearby table, sitting down comfortably, "The weather’s nice today. We still have some time to chat leisurely."