280: Chapter 281 Judgment: Immediate Execution

He paused at this point, seemingly organizing his words.

"Since they want to make an example of our Sun Family, then let them. As long as they don't confiscate our assets and wipe out our clan, our Sun Family still has a chance to turn things around."

To be honest, he was a bit scared. First came Uncle Fu's mysterious disappearance, and then a mysterious expert revealed a strange phenomenon. For some reason, he always had the feeling that disaster was imminent.

At a time like this, it is better to remain still than to act. As long as they didn't actively cause trouble, the Demon Suppression Division couldn't keep harping on their minor infractions forever.

As long as the Sun Family could successfully weather this crisis, even if they had to pay a painful price, it would be worth it.

Upon hearing this, no one else voiced any opposition. After all, there didn't seem to be a better solution.

Since that was the case, what was the point of struggling? They might as well just wait for the punishment notice from the Demon Suppression Division. In any case, they hadn't actually colluded with any Demon, so could they really kill them all?

At this moment, the Sun Family chose to collectively give up and rot.

Meanwhile, deep in the Qingfeng County jail, Second Young Master Sun, unaware of what was happening outside, was still dreaming the sweet dream of being bailed out by his family soon.

After all, the witnesses had already recanted their testimony in court; even if Constable Meng Tianhe was stubborn, he had no reason to keep holding him.

However, little did he know that the Sun Family was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river—barely able to save themselves—so who would have the energy to care about the life or death of a playboy?

At this moment, he was sitting leisurely on his cot with a wooden table in front of him, spread with various fine wines and delicacies, making the prisoners in the surrounding cells green with envy.

They were all in jail, so why did he get to live so comfortably? They were indignant.

However, after being disciplined by the Yamen Runner in the jail a few times, they no longer dared to protest and could only swallow their saliva while smelling the food.

But for some reason today, not a single one of the jailers who were supposed to be patrolling the prison could be seen.

"Someone come here! Ask why the people coming to pick me up haven't arrived yet. This dump of a place—I can't stay another day!" Second Young Master Sun muttered curses while picking his teeth.

However, after calling for a long time, no one answered. "Damn it, where did everyone die off to?"

Just then, a set of footsteps approached from afar. Immediately after, a figure appeared outside the cell door.

The person was wearing a constable's uniform with a long saber strapped to their waist; their face flickered in and out of the dim light of the corridor.

When Second Young Master Sun saw the person, he was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, his face displaying undisguised arrogance and triumph: "Yo, isn't this our great upright official? Constable Meng Tianhe, what's this? Are you here to personally see this young Master out?"

As he spoke, he stood up, brushed off his robes, took two steps toward the iron gate, and looked Constable Meng Tianhe up and down through the bars: "I told you, as a mere constable, you couldn't possibly turn things upside down. But it's too late to beg for mercy now! Once I get out, the first thing I'll do is strip you of that official uniform. Oh right, and that father and daughter..."

He sneered: "This young Master will let them know what cruelty really is, haha!!" After finishing, he began to laugh loudly; the laughter echoed continuously in the gloomy prison, sounding incredibly jarring.

However, the next second, the laughter stopped abruptly. Unbeknownst to anyone, an extremely thin line of blood appeared on Second Young Master Sun's neck.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth still agape, but he could no longer laugh, only emitting a wheezing sound. He raised a hand to cover his neck and looked up at Constable Meng Tianhe, his eyes wide, wanting to say something, but only managing a few garbled gasps.

He then fell backward, his body slamming heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

Constable Meng Tianhe sheathed his blade expressionlessly, his movements clean and swift. He stood outside the iron gate, looking down at the cooling corpse, his tone devoid of any inflection: "Since the government cannot convict you, then I will. For all your crimes combined, the sentence is: immediate execution!"

After saying this, he turned and walked out of the prison, his steps steady yet carrying a hint of lightness. Meanwhile, as Second Young Master Sun died completely, the Aura on Constable Meng Tianhe's body increased by a visible margin.

"As expected of a three-star villain, this reward is indeed generous; it's on par with catching a hundred criminals. It really is more rewarding to kill them directly," Constable Meng Tianhe muttered in a low voice.

Walking out of the prison gate, the moonlight outside was bright, and the night breeze blew on his face, carrying the dryness peculiar to an autumn night. Suddenly, he understood some things.

In this world, he didn't need to follow any golden rules. For those whom the law could not judge, he, Constable Meng Tianhe, would judge them himself!

As for whether the death of Second Young Master Sun would bring him trouble—if it were before, he might have worried, but he had already received news that his Master would be returning soon. In front of his Master, the mere Sun Family would not be able to stir up any waves.

Thirty miles outside Qingfeng County, on a desolate mountain, Lin Ye's figure appeared. On the desolate mountain, the night wind howled, causing Lin Ye's robes to flap loudly.

The surroundings were desolate and uninhabited; it was perfect for testing the power of his new Cultivation Technique here, as it wouldn't cause too much of a commotion and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Ye began to activate the Dragon Blood Battle Body in the manner recorded in his Cultivation Technique. In that instant, he felt the warm, dormant energy deep in his spine expand violently, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time being awakened, stretching its limbs and releasing the power it had accumulated for so long.

Golden light spread from his spine along his bones throughout his entire body. Dark golden patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, like Dragon scales branded under the skin, slowly taking shape.

At the same time, his pupils turned into vertical slits, carrying a gaze different from that of a human—cold, sharp, and seemingly able to see through all falsehoods.

Immediately after, a massive force erupted from within his body, and a terrifying Aura spread in all directions. The ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, and gravel was blown away by the shockwave, shattering into powder in mid-air.

He raised his hand and clenched it in the air; the air in his palm emitted a low explosive sound, creating ripples in the air. A tenfold increase in all attributes!

He felt his perception become sharper; the veins of every blade of grass in his field of vision were clearly visible, and the texture of the stones on the distant mountain ridge was also brought into sharp relief. His muscles and bones became denser, and a casual punch held the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Although the Qi and blood in his body could no longer be used for Cultivation Technique augmentation, the sense of fullness remained strong, as if a brand-new engine had been installed inside him, running at a higher power at every moment.

He threw a punch toward a huge mountain wall in front of him. This punch used no technique, relying purely on brute force.

The wind of his punch broke through the air, first exploding with a roar, followed by a golden shockwave that spread forward from his fist, slamming heavily onto the mountain wall. The entire wall began to crack from the middle, cracks spreading like a spider web, and gravel fell down with a rustle, piling up into a mound of stones on the ground.

This punch was pure aesthetic violence; that power was directly attached to his fist, completely different from the effect of using Qi and blood to drive a Cultivation Technique—it erupted directly from the deepest part of his body.

Looking down at his fist, the golden patterns on the surface of his skin were slowly fading. Just as Lin Ye was preparing to test his limit combat power, he suddenly looked up, his gaze crossing the mountain ridge, looking toward a certain direction.