National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

His fingers coiled around the pen. With a slight squeeze, he managed to hold it steady and began to write furiously in the notebook.

His handwriting trembled slightly,

yet he still painstakingly recorded every piece of information he knew,

as if writing his own path to salvation.

Every word was infused with his desperate will to live and his profound awe of Chu He.

In the quiet yet tense interrogation room, time crept by. A long half-hour passed.

Shu Gaolang’s brow was deeply furrowed, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like pearls from a broken string.

Completely absorbed, he wracked his brain, carefully writing down every address he knew in the notebook, stroke by agonizing stroke.

The handwriting in the notebook, though crooked and shaky, held a grim determination—his final struggle for salvation from the dark abyss.

Chu He remained expressionless, his gaze cold and profound.

With swift, efficient movements, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of the notebook’s pages.

A few taps on the screen, and he quickly sent the photo to Liu Yuzhu.

He then began mobilizing Yumizakura, Gao Liceng, Nalan Fengshan, and Xia Chengli in the Royal City,

tasking them to lead the elite Defense Team

and strike at the hidden strongholds of the Dark Holy See.

They would sweep through them like an autumn wind scattering leaves, uprooting and utterly destroying each stronghold one by one.

Although the Great Xia Empire had already conducted a massive sweep once before,

successfully driving out many of the outsiders,

it ultimately couldn’t solve the thorny issue of new people flowing in.

After all, the common people depended on commerce for their daily lives,

which required trade with the outside world to survive.

So, while outsiders had lost their right to permanent residency,

they still came.

And when they did, the relevant authorities would place them under strict surveillance,

like an invisible net, ever-watchful, to prevent them from committing any malicious acts that could harm society.

But as things stood, it was impossible to prevent every breach.

"Mr. Chu, what should we do with this one? I mean, do we kill him or keep him?"

The man in the suit gently pushed open the door to the interrogation room and walked in slowly, asking for instructions in a low voice.

Shu Gaolang’s already frayed nerves instantly snapped taut like a bowstring.

His body went rigid, and fear flooded his heart like a surging tide.

He knew in his heart that he had said nearly everything he could.

The final, life-or-death judgment had arrived, just as he’d feared.

Hearing the man’s question confirmed it:

his fate was now entirely in Chu He’s hands.

Whether he could continue to cling to life hinged on a single thought from the man before him.

And so, his eyes, like those of a starving wolf, locked onto Chu He.

Meanwhile, his remaining hand trembled uncontrollably.

He struggled to make pleading gestures with it, as if screaming without a sound,

begging Chu He to show mercy, to be lenient and spare his life just this once.

"He’s still of some use. Lock him up."

Chu He raised his hand slightly and flicked a finger.

In that instant, a tiny, golden wisp of flame appeared from thin air, like an Elf.

It then shot into Shu Gaolang’s body like a bolt of golden lightning.

Shu Gaolang’s face went deathly pale at the sight, his body trembling like a leaf.

’Countless terrifying thoughts raced through his mind. He thought Chu He was about to deliver the killing blow,’

’and utterly destroy him.’

However, after the golden flame entered his body,

it caused no strange sensation. It simply lay dormant within him,

like a time bomb, ready to detonate at any moment.

"If you dare to make a single rash move,"

"the golden flame inside you will instantly burn you to ash."

Chu He’s eyes were ice-cold, his tone filled with warning and threat.

His voice was like a sentence passed down from the Nine Netherworld Hell, making Shu Gaolang’s very soul tremble.