Then let the witch offer her loyalty

Immediately afterwards, he pressed the keystone onto the center of Zhang Fengwen's forehead.

Blue light flowed within the keystone, and that pure color was suddenly stained by an eerie black, like a drop of ink falling into a clear spring, spreading rapidly and surging.

As the black ink within the keystone thickened, Zhang Fengwen's body stiffened, his limbs convulsing violently. His roars ceased, replaced by painful howls.

And those thorny black marks, symbolizing the erosion of wild desires, receded inch by inch from the corners of their eyes, as if scorched by a raging fire.

A dozen seconds later, as the black marks completely disappeared, Zhang Fengwen's body suddenly relaxed from its extremely tense state, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious on the spot.

Seeing that Zhang Fengwen had calmed down, Ji Chen, who was on the helicopter, deactivated his spiritual power and said to Chen Moxin through the communicator: "Tie him up, take that Calamity Weapon to the rooftop, and I'll have the helicopter come down to pick you up."

He then switched to the operations center frequency: "Command, the target Dead Apostle has been brought under control, the Calamity Weapon has been recovered, and I will be on-site with the special operations team to carry the Keystone to remove the Mad Contamination. Chen Moxin will take the person back."

...

"Shh-"

The bright lights in the interrogation room were turned on, illuminating Zhang Fengwen's face.

Zhang Fengwen closed his eyes, turned his head to the side, his face scrunched up, and raised his hand, which was handcuffed to the table, pointing at the bright light: "Could you please not point that light at me? My eyes hurt."

Yang Jie said coldly, "Not feeling well? If you're not feeling well, don't cause trouble. You're already here and you're still being picky. Tell me, what's with that weapon of yours? Did someone from the Demon Alliance give it to you? What did they look like?"

Zhang Fengwen turned his head away and remained silent.

Yang Jie tapped the table with his knuckles: "Zhang Fengwen, we have investigated your affair with Li Dabiao thoroughly. He defrauded you of your family fortune through telecom fraud and colluded with others to lend you money at exorbitant interest rates, leaving you with a mountain of debt."

"Yes, such people are despicable, but you came to our door with a deadly weapon seeking revenge and killed so many people. This is a serious violation of the law!"

Zhang Fengwen immediately became agitated: "Illegal? Now you know how to talk to me about the law?!"

"Where were your damn laws when my daughter was being gang-raped by those beasts?!"

"I went to the police station to report the case, and those officers told me they had no evidence and couldn't file a case. What the hell, do they think I'm stupid? So what if Zhang Dabiao paid them protection money?!"

"My daughter couldn't handle the shock afterward and jumped off the roof. Now she's in a vegetative state... She was only 12 years old! Did any of your bullshit laws protect her?!"

Tears welled in Zhang Fengwen's eyes, and bruises appeared on his wrists from the handcuffs. He gritted his teeth and said heavily, "When I was bullied, nobody cared. Now that I've finally gotten my revenge, they're trying to pull this legal stuff on me..."

"I'm telling you this now: it's true that the gun was given to me by the Demon Alliance, but because they gave me the power to avenge myself, I would rather die than betray them!"

Yang Jie shouted angrily, "Are you stupid?! You really think the Demon Alliance gave you that thing out of kindness? They're just using you as a pawn, making you test the weapon's effectiveness and, incidentally, using you to cause trouble! How old are you? Can't you even figure this out?!"

Zhang Fengwen smiled sadly, his tone wistful: "So what? The fact is, without the Demon Alliance, I wouldn't have been able to avenge my daughter."

"It was those so-called terrorists who gave me revenge, not you high-sounding law enforcers!"

Before Yang Jie could say anything more, Chen Moxin, who was on the jury next to him, secretly tugged at his sleeve.

Yang Jie paused for a moment, then said to Zhang Fengwen with a stern face, "You stay here quietly and reflect on your actions!"

Zhang Fengwen snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Yang Jie came to the interrogation room, closed the door, and looked at Chen Moxin: "What's wrong?"

Chen Moxin shook her head: "Captain Yang, we can't interrogate him like this. Although Zhang Fengwen's case is a case of dereliction of duty by the Public Security Bureau and has nothing to do with our Management Bureau, he's now extending his hatred to everything related to Zhang Fengwen."

"Talking to him about law and justice now will only make him more and more resentful of us, and we won't get any results from the trial."

Yang Jie, with his extensive work experience, naturally understood these principles. He rubbed his temples in frustration and said, "I understand, but do you have any other solutions?"

Chen Moxin said meaningfully, "The root of this problem lies not elsewhere, but in his daughter. If you ask me, we should start directly with his daughter."

...

Several hours had passed since Chen Moxin and Yang Jie returned to the interrogation room.

During this time, Zhang Fengwen sat there motionless, his blank gaze unfocused, as if he had long been prepared to accept his inevitable fate.

Yang Jie sat down and sighed, "Zhang Fengwen, did you think carefully before you did it? You may feel good after killing people, but what will happen to your daughter?"

"Your family has no money, and the hospitals on the border won't take your daughter. She should still be lying at home, right? Are you just going to leave her there to rot and stink, and just abandon her?"

Clearly, Zhang Fengwen had not considered this issue, or perhaps he had, but his daughter's tragic condition consumed him with rage, and the desire for revenge overwhelmed his reason, leading him to rush into the Golden Peach Garden and begin killing.

When he mentioned his daughter, a hint of wavering appeared in his eyes, but he still managed a sorrowful smile: "I have neither money nor connections, what can I do?"

“I’m a useless father, I can’t protect my daughter. But at least I can do one last thing, which is to kill all those who hurt her.”

“I’m useless. I couldn’t make it when I was young, I was unemployed in middle age, and I was scammed even though I worked hard to earn some money by delivering food. My daughter has never had a good day with me.”

"But if anyone dares to hurt my heart, I'll fight them to the death, let alone a few fraudsters!"

Yang Jie closed his eyes and silently shook his head: "Let me be frank with you. Given your situation, having killed so many people, no matter the reason, you absolutely cannot escape the death penalty. Don't have any illusions."

Zhang Fengwen smiled sadly, "I had no illusions. I never intended to come out of there alive. You brought me back, which actually gave me a few more days of life. I should thank you."

He had barely finished speaking when Yang Jie suddenly took out a document from his pocket and placed it in front of him, while also removing his handcuffs.

Zhang Fengwen was stunned. He subconsciously moved his stiff wrist and asked with some confusion, "What do you mean?"

"See for yourself," Yang Jie said.

Zhang Fengwen opened the file and was stunned when he saw the title.

This is an official document with an official header, titled "Details of Our Bureau's Charity Fundraising Project for 'Zhang Xiaoduo'".

Yang Jie looked at the stunned Zhang Fengwen and slowly said, "We went out just now to apply to the leaders to help you do a public fundraising within the bureau."

“We are all working class, we don’t have much money. Some donated tens of yuan, some donated hundreds of yuan, and I donated a thousand yuan to you.”

"The rich guy next to me is a fool with lots of money. He donated 500 million to you in his personal capacity."

"This money will be used for your daughter Zhang Xiaoduo's treatment. We will transfer her to the best tertiary hospital in Xinshi and find the best specialists and doctors. There should be hope for her recovery."

"After Zhang Xiaoduo recovers, the remaining donations will be used to cover her living expenses and tuition fees until she turns 18. We will ensure that she grows up safely into adulthood."

Zhang Fengwen stared blankly at the document, frozen there like a statue, seemingly unable to believe his eyes.

Yang Jie lit a cigarette and put one in Zhang Fengwen's mouth, then lit it for him with a lighter: "I'm a straightforward person, so I won't go into any sentimentalities. I'll just be frank with you—this money is essentially meant to bribe you."

"You said the Demon Alliance gave you the opportunity to avenge your great grudge and was kind to you."

"Now that our bureau has given your daughter a chance to start a new life and grow up instead of rotting in bed, shouldn't you repay us for this?"

"Compared to the favors we've done for you, which favor is greater? Which one should be repaid and which one shouldn't? You should weigh it in your heart."

Zhang Fengwen's hands trembled as he flipped through the donation details page by page. The list was full of names he didn't recognize, but every single donation came from the kindness of strangers.

It's true that someone donated 500 million yuan; it was someone named "Chen Moxin," who, according to Yang Jie, should be the boy next to him.

Before he knew it, Zhang Fengwen's vision blurred. The thought of his daughter, who had become a vegetable, having the chance to stand up again and start a new life brought tears to his eyes.

Zhang Fengwen wiped away his tears, choking back sobs as he asked, "Sir...I...can I still see my daughter?"

Yang Jie patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Sentencing also has procedures; you won't be executed so quickly. If the treatment goes well, you might even be able to see your daughter wake up with your own eyes."

Zhang Fengwen burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly to Yang Jie and Chen Moxin: "Thank you... thank you both... I'll tell you everything... I'll tell you everything..."

Chapter 180 I've had enough!

After using his daughter Shi En to break down Zhang Fengwen's defenses, the interrogation went very smoothly, with him answering all the questions asked.

Zhang Fengwen recounted everything in detail, from being scammed and owing money to his daughter being raped by Zhang Dabiao, his lack of avenge, and how the Demon Alliance eventually found him. He didn't leave out a single detail.

Overall, Yang Jie's initial assessment was correct.

The Demon Alliance specifically targeted Zhang Fengwen, a man whose family had been destroyed, and took advantage of his desperate desire for revenge to make a deal with him.

The Demon Alliance said they would provide him with weapons, free of charge and without expecting anything in return, as long as he used them to kill people when he went to seek revenge.

Although Zhang Fengwen was just an ordinary citizen, he wasn't stupid. He could sense that there was something fishy going on. After all, the Demon Alliance was an officially defined illegal organization, so how could they be coming to him with good intentions?

However, in order to avenge his daughter, Zhang Fengwen willingly allowed himself to be used by the Demon Alliance, which led to the later massacre of the Golden Peach Garden with a weapon of calamity.

After the interrogation, Yang Jie had Zhang Fengwen taken away and imprisoned, and then he and Chen Moxin walked out of the interrogation room.

However, they did not leave directly, but instead went into the observation room that was connected to the interrogation room and was separated by only one side of a glass wall.

A very conspicuous figure is sitting here.

Zhou Yan.

She huddled in a small ball on the chair, hugging her knees. Her eyes, which should have been bright, were now slightly red and swollen. There were still tear stains on her face, and her trembling jaw seemed to be trying hard to suppress something.

When Chen Moxin approached, Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Why did you make me watch this interrogation..."

"Don't you already know the answer in your heart?" Chen Moxin clenched her sleeve and gently wiped away her tear stains.

"Zhang Fengwen, like Zhou Haiwei, was a nobody from the border region. He had no money, no skills, no brains, and couldn't even make ends meet."

"But for his daughter, he would not hesitate to risk his life and make those who hurt his daughter bleed profusely."

"I brought you here so that you could see what a real father is like."

Zhou Yan didn't speak, her lips were tightly pursed and she didn't cry, but her appearance was even more heartbreaking than if she had cried out loud.

She clutched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the tension, as if she were using all her strength to hold back her tears and lock her emotions inside her chest.

...

In the evening, Zhou Yan was sent back to the strict detention area.

It was lunchtime, so she went to the cafeteria for a meal.

As soon as she entered the cafeteria, she noticed that the atmosphere was a bit off.

Mealtimes are relatively relaxed; as long as you don't make noise, you can chat quietly with each other.

But the cafeteria was unusually quiet and oppressive today. No one spoke; they just ate in silence, as if something had happened.

Especially after Zhou Yan arrived, the atmosphere became even more oppressive. The witches all secretly watched her, their expressions revealing strangeness, as if the air itself had frozen.

Zhou Yan was initially confused, but quickly understood the reason.

Not far away stood a supervisor, wearing a brand-new uniform with an electric baton at his waist. His expressionless face looked as hard as a knife under the light, and the dark purple scar on his nose was particularly conspicuous.

It was none other than the supervisor named "Wu Meiyu" who had his nose broken by a punch for confiscating Zhou Yan's steamed buns.

Wu Meiyu took work injury leave at the time, and later worked in shifts in the general management area for more than a month. Now she has returned to the strict management area in shifts.

Wu Meiyu looked at Zhou Yan, the corners of her mouth slowly turning up, a kind of repressed, cold, and malicious malice overflowing from the bottom of her heart.

"Hey, isn't this Zhou Yan? I heard you've been behaving well lately? What's up, what big surprise are you planning to give everyone?"

Faced with Wu Meiyu's sarcasm, Zhou Yan chose to ignore her and silently went to get his food.

After getting her food, Zhou Yan was carrying her tray and preparing to find a place to sit down when Wu Meiyu stepped forward and blocked her way.

"Zhou Yan, what are you pretending to be so demure for? Haven't you always been quite arrogant? You didn't take anyone seriously, even the supervisors, and now you're putting on an act?"

Wu Meiyu's lips curled into a wide smile, her arms crossed over her chest, her body leaning slightly forward, her voice full of provocation with an exaggerated tone as if she wanted everyone to hear her.

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, bowed to Wu Meiyu, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong about what happened before, I apologize to you. I won't cause trouble again."

Whether she was fooled by Zhou Yan's same trick or simply didn't believe that a bad seed could suddenly turn over a new leaf, Wu Meiyu just sneered, her eyes full of contempt.

"Hey, is the sun rising in the west? Our pink-haired little tyrant has actually reformed? No way, Zhou Yan, I still prefer your old arrogant self."

Just like prison guards, in the detention area, the supervisors are the ones in power.

Zhou Yan used to dare to confront these powerful figures because she was fearless and didn't care what happened, since she was prepared to stick to her position no matter what.

But now that Zhou Yan has promised Chen Moxin that he will not cause trouble again, he has some concerns and naturally can no longer argue back like before.

She didn't want to get entangled with Wu Meiyu anymore and decided to go around her.

However, as soon as she took a step, Wu Meiyu pretended to trip accidentally: "Hey, hey, be careful."

With a loud crash, Zhou Yan was caught off guard and tripped and fell to the ground, knocking over his plate and spilling soup and water all over himself, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Hey, watch your step."

Zhou Yan's temper flared up instantly. He slammed the plate on the ground, pointed at Wu Meiyu's nose, and yelled, "Are you fucking crazy?! What did I ever do to you?!"

"You didn't pay attention while walking, how can you blame me?" Wu Meiyu spread her hands, looking innocent, but her eyes held a hint of mockery and provocation.

That look seemed to say: What can you do about it?

Enraged by the other party's deliberate retaliation, Zhou Yan reached out and grabbed Wu Meiyu's clothes, intending to use them as a towel to wipe the soup stains from his face and head.

But to everyone's surprise, just as Zhou Yan touched Wu Meiyu's clothes, before he could even tug at them, she suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hiss... Zhou Yan! You dare to lay a hand on me?!" Wu Meiyu deliberately groaned in pain as she fell to the ground, then pulled out her communicator and shouted, "Control room, there's a witch causing trouble in the A01 canteen of the strictly controlled area! Sound the alarm!"

"Woo-woo-woo" Soon, the alarm sounded.