Chapter 3961 — Soul-Searching Art
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As long as the two guards did not testify against Wei Zhao, Ma Jian would have no evidence whatsoever in hand, and without it he could not carry out Xu Lingchong's bidding—could not touch a single hair on Wei Zhao's head!
"Honored Enforcement Envoy, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way now?" Wei Zhao patted his backside and rose to his feet with an air of utter nonchalance.
"Hold on. When did this Enforcement Envoy ever say you could leave? Or do you think the Law Enforcement Hall is a place you can enter and exit as you please?" Ma Jian said, his face unfriendly.
Wei Zhao glanced at him and said with a half-smile: "Then what do you want? If I heard correctly, you don't actually have any evidence at all. You're simply ignoring the rules of the Law Enforcement Hall to settle a personal grudge for Xu Lingchong—are you sure that's appropriate?"
Ma Jian was taken aback, then flew into a rage born of embarrassment, his expression dark as water.
Wei Zhao had hit the nail squarely on the head. Though Ma Jian counted himself among Xu Lingchong's faction, strictly speaking the Law Enforcement Hall was his true foundation. If he broke its rules and thereby incurred the wrath of Hall Master Gongyang Jun, Xu Lingchong alone could not protect him—and when that time came, even Xu Yuanzheng's intercession would earn no concessions from Gongyang Jun.
"Hmph. Ignorance truly breeds recklessness. You think that because those two ant-like pieces of trash of guards won't step forward to testify against you, you can slip past this calamity? Utterly wishful thinking!" Ma Jian snorted coldly, his expression ugly.
To him, Wei Zhao's manner was nothing but the suicidal provocation of a man who knew neither heaven nor earth. Even without Xu Lingchong's prior instructions, if only to vent the pent-up fury in his chest, he would never let Wei Zhao off so easily today.
Seeing Ma Jian's expression—so ferocious it verged on madness—Wei Zhao felt a faint jolt in his heart. As the saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to meet, but the little devils are hard to deal with. If it were Gongyang Jun, the Hall Master himself, seated across from him, such a great man would surely be even thornier and harder to handle, yet at least things would not twist and turn so unpredictably.
Ma Jian was nothing but a petty figure, yet as the specially assigned Enforcement Envoy, if he set his mind on destroying Wei Zhao—even at the risk of gambling everything—Wei Zhao truly had few options.
After all, the Law Enforcement Hall always had top-tier experts on guard. He could not afford to make a scene here; his entire strength was reduced to mere ornament, no different from an ordinary man's. In this place, he was absolutely the weaker party.
"That's right—those two pieces of trash of guards did indeed try to clear you. But unfortunately, this Enforcement Envoy can now tell you plainly: it's all useless! Their claims that Meng Jueming coerced you are merely their subjective speculation, utterly unworthy of belief. But they did confirm at least one thing—before the mine collapse, you really were digging everywhere at random. My earlier deduction therefore still very likely holds." Here Ma Jian licked his lips with a sinister air: "So, I've decided to give you a grand gift—let you properly experience the Law Enforcement Hall's Soul-Searching Art!"
Soul-Searching Art! Wei Zhao was instantly seized with dread. Long ago he had discussed it with his miserable senior brothers and the like: the Soul-Searching Art was one of the Law Enforcement Hall's few trump techniques. No matter how glib a suspect might be, before this divine skill that could directly read the memories of the consciousness, nothing could remain hidden.
In the eyes of the Law Enforcement Hall, there were no secrets—that saying arose from precisely this.