Chapter 950: Fang Liangye

At the moment of the explosion, all the police officers in the detention center fainted. Traces of witchcraft were found at the scene, confirming it was the work of those who had escaped.

"As expected," Chiton scoffed. "Were there any casualties?"

"No casualties, but…"

"But what?"

"All the prisoners held in the detention center were released."

Hearing this, Chiton frowned. He seemed to recall something, muttering to himself, "Could their target be him…?"

The detention center held ordinary people who had committed crimes like theft and robbery. It also housed civilians who had attempted to resist the Silver Government. The most recent detainee was Fang Liangye.

Was this Fang Liangye a core member of the Human Rights Association? Did the witches raid the detention center at night just to rescue him?

However, the current Fang Liangye had Chen Ling's memories grafted onto him and was a delusional madman. The witches would likely be disappointed after rescuing him. Thinking of this, Chiton felt a good deal better.

"Have you sent people to track them?"

"Yes, but after so many purges, the witches still active in the Wuji Realm are too cunning and employ too many strange methods. It's likely we won't find anything conclusive."

"A group of defeated remnants; they can't accomplish much beyond raiding facilities guarded by ordinary people. Just do your best to investigate."

"Yes, sir."

After the Usurpers departed, Chiton turned to leave, only to see Chen Ling still by his side, wearing a strange expression.

He had almost forgotten that Chen Ling was currently an impassioned "human rights fighter." If this man knew the witches had raided the detention center to rescue him, who knew what kind of trouble he might stir up.

"Chen Ling, this doesn't concern you. Go back and rest," Chiton tried to dismiss him.

"I need to see the Silver King," Chen Ling suddenly stated. "He promised me that after he personally kills the villains of the Twilight Society, he would cancel the eighteen-hour mandatory work period. Where is he now?"

Chiton had no time to discuss the Silver Government's policies with him, nor was it something a Grand Thief like himself could decide. He could only reply perfunctorily, "Oh, that matter… The King happens to be away on business these two days. Wait for him to return, then you can talk to him personally."

With that, Chiton hurried away.

Chen Ling, draped in a large red opera robe, stood in place, observing the somewhat chaotic cathedral, his eyes slightly narrowed.

No wonder someone dared to attack the detention center. So, the Silver King wasn't in Wuji right now.

That simplifies things.

Figures passed by Chen Ling, all busy with their own tasks. No one paid attention to him, no one seemed to care, as if his presence and threat level within the cathedral had dropped to their lowest point.

The faint light of dawn gradually rose from outside the long corridor's windows. Chen Ling slowly turned and walked towards his room.

***

Several figures in black robes, carrying an unconscious young man, dashed through the dark alleyways of the Wuji Realm.

"How is it? Are they catching up?"

"No, this time, not even a Grand Thief-level person came after us. It seems they truly don't care about the detention center, nor about Mr. Fang."

"Mr. Fang is just an ordinary person, so of course they wouldn't care. Besides rescuing Mr. Fang, the more important reason we attacked the detention center was to confirm whether the Silver King had truly left. From the cathedral's reaction, it seems he really is gone."

"With the Silver King gone, we'll have more room to operate. Perhaps we can send another group of children out."

"It will be difficult to send more people out again. After all, there's only one Sacred Bone, and even if we send them out, they can't cross the Ash Realm. I just wonder how the children we already sent out are doing, and if they successfully reached the Tianshu Realm?"

"By the way, I heard Mr. Fu also returned today? Is that true?"

"It's true, but he's severely injured and needs some time to recuperate."

"Wasn't he locked in the lowest dungeon of the cathedral, personally guarded by a Grand Thief? How did he escape?"

"I don't know… But it seems to be related to someone. He casually mentioned something like 'Red something.' We'll ask him when he's recovered."

"Red…?"

Everyone fell silent, deep in thought.

Just then, a faint sound came from the young man they were carrying on their back.

"Red… Red Heart…"

"Mr. Fang, you've woken up?" Everyone was somewhat surprised. "How do you feel? Are you injured?"

Fang Liangye slowly lifted his head, his weak face appearing ashen in the gloom. His eyes were unfocused, and his voice was erratic, fluctuating in volume.

"I… injured?"

"Yes, are you injured?" Everyone asked again.

"Injured… How could I be injured? I won't die; I performed very well. The audience approved of me. It takes two shots to kill me now!" Fang Liangye suddenly shouted, agitated.

"I remember now, I shouldn't be here… I was kidnapped!"

"Mr. Fang, what are you saying? We've already rescued you."

"No, the Silver King must have stolen my memories. I knew something was wrong… Zou Wei… Zou Wei and the others should have escaped back to the Tianshu Realm. I just don't know if the Silver King will target their memories… But Ke Xiaoyan has a curse; she's immune to memory theft. Even if something unexpected happens, she should still remember me…"

Fang Liangye's words became more rapid, his body trembling uncontrollably. Seeing this, several witches waved their hands and instantly knocked Fang Liangye unconscious.

"…What's wrong with Mr. Fang?"

"Didn't you hear? The Silver King stole his memories. He's completely disoriented now."

"But Mr. Fang is just an ordinary person. Would the Silver King personally intervene?"

"Damn it, what exactly is going on?"

Everyone was puzzled, but for now, they carried Fang Liangye and quickly passed through various buildings, eventually arriving near a suburban canal.

They looked around, confirming that no one was pursuing them, then lifted a manhole cover and consecutively entered the sewers.

The sewers were dark and damp, filled with a nauseating stench, but the group seemed accustomed to it. As one witch raised a fingertip, a faint light ignited from nothingness, dispelling the darkness around them.

After passing through several sewer lines, they arrived at a perfectly sealed wall. One of them raised a hand and twisted it in the air towards the wall.

A shadowy portal slowly opened before them.