Will Reinis decided to personally visit Camp 17 to check the situation firsthand and then decide on the next action plan.

On the way there, he browsed through various media reports, and the more he read, the more his head hurt.

Sure enough, Liang Qiuchi’s arrest again led to an escalating public outcry against his father, and he feared that there would be countless protests and demonstrations for him to handle in the near future.

Damn exhausting.

Most importantly, Camp 17 was not under his jurisdiction. How easy would it be to kill Liang Qiuchi?

“Sir,” the secretary who went to register returned with quick steps, speaking cautiously in a low voice, “General Mo is inside. He’s inviting you to the warden’s office.”

Will Reinis’s expression became even uglier.

He sat in the office waiting for half an hour.

The deputy warden stood awkwardly by the side, waiting for the two of them to decide to have a third pot of tea, when finally footsteps and conversation echoed in the corridor.

The deputy warden, who had been holding his bladder for so long, stood up as if granted a pardon and went to open the door.

Mo Xin, dressed in a black vest and camouflage pants, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, strode in first. The old warden, who was over fifty, followed behind him, holding a stack of documents.

“General Mo, you seem to be a busy man.” Will Reinis sat on the sofa, greeted sarcastically without getting up.

Mo Xin, seemingly oblivious to him, bypassed the desk and sat in the warden’s chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. The old warden immediately handed over the documents in his hand.

Mo Xin, still holding the cigarette, leaned back in the chair and flipped through the pages of the document. The office fell silent for a moment.

Will Reinis felt a bit embarrassed, but seeing that no one else in the office seemed inclined to talk to him, he could only clear his throat deliberately and ask, “What are you busy with General? Do you need to sign and stamp documents for the affairs of Camp 17?”

Mo Xin still didn’t say a word, focusing on the documents.

The old warden glanced back and forth between the two of them. One was a prominent young general, and the other was the current president’s own son. He couldn’t afford to offend either of them.

He chuckled awkwardly and tried to ease the tension, “After all, we’re all part of the same system, so it’s normal for the commander to occasionally inquire.”

After a slight pause, the warden turned the topic with a smile on his face.

“But what wind blew today, Mr. Reinis, that made you interested in coming to my little place for tea?”

Will Reinis smiled insincerely, “The military and the police are not separated, so it’s quite normal for me to come here.”

The old warden hesitated, not sure how to respond.

Suddenly, Mo Xin put the documents back on the table, held the cigarette in his hand, and instructed the warden about the detention of Liang Qiuchi.

“I’ve looked at the list. Block B is full of violent criminals, while Block A is relatively quiet. Let Liang Qiuchi be detained alone in cell A407. There are fewer people on that floor.”

The warden nodded in agreement.

Will Reinis drank his tea without showing any emotion.

Only then did Mo Xin instruct again, “He is only allowed to take walks in specific areas, and other inmates are not allowed to approach. Try to stagger the timing as much as possible.”

“Of course, General. Is there anything else you need to instruct?”

The warden’s obedient attitude prompted Will Reinis to snort.

Mo Xin suddenly looked coldly at him, “What?”

Will Reinis shrugged his right shoulder and said flatly, “Nothing, I just feel that General Mo is being too considerate of Liang Qiuchi. You’ve arranged everything from which cell he stays in to where he takes walks.”

“It’s not about being considerate, it’s about preventing trouble before it happens and avoiding a repeat offense,” Mo Xin leaned back in his chair, staring straight at Will Reinis, “Especially with meals. It’s the easiest thing for someone to tamper with, isn’t it, Mr. Reinis?”

Will Reinis smiled faintly, “You should ask the warden about that.”

The warden chuckled, “How could it be? The safety of the meals in the prison has always been strictly monitored, and there have never been any problems.”

Mo Xin had finished giving his instructions, and he looked at Will Reinis again, indicating that he could discuss official business now.

Will Reinis was displeased with his arrogant attitude and wanted to dampen this young man’s spirit, but thinking of his father’s furious voice on the phone, he could only temporarily suppress his dissatisfaction and said sternly, “I’m here to consult you about transferring Liang Qiuchi to our Police Bureau for supervision.”

He wanted to take action within his jurisdiction, both for convenience and to handle subsequent troubles.

As expected, Mo Xin flatly refused his request.

The reasons for refusal were also quite reasonable, leaving no room for criticism.

Will Reinis could only resort to mentioning his father, trying to use the president’s name to pressure Mo Xin into complying. But he knew Mo Xin’s temperament; this tactic was futile.

Sure enough, Mo Xin remained unperturbed. “If this is the president’s wish, tell him to come talk to me in person. Otherwise, according to current federal law, I cannot transfer Liang Qiuchi to the police.”

Will Reinis stared deeply at Mo Xin for a few seconds before rising and leaving.

Although he faced some hostility during this visit, it wasn’t entirely fruitless.

At least he confirmed where Liang Qiuchi was being held.

Later, the informant stationed outside the gate of Camp 17 reported that Mo Xin had left by car. Only then did Will Reinis instruct his secretary to dial a number.

The owner of the number was named Deng Luopu, a prison guard at Camp 17 who would take on any dirty job due to his gambling addiction and financial difficulties. He was the one responsible for poisoning Wancha last time.

This time, upon hearing the terms for murder, he didn’t hesitate to accept.

Deng Luopu confirmed during dinner time that Liang Qiuchi was indeed detained alone in room 407 of Block A, and then he patiently waited until nightfall.

At 9:30 PM, when all the prison blocks had completed roll call and the lights were turned off for sleep, the armed guards began their routine patrols of the cells.

Passing through Block A, room 407, Deng Luopu pulled out his pistol equipped with a silencer. After confirming that there was no one around, he aimed at the lump on the bed and fired three shots.

After a brief muffled groan, the room fell silent.

Deng Luopu turned on his flashlight and saw an arm hanging weakly over the edge of the bed, with blood slowly dripping from the iron frame. He quickly took a photo, satisfied, and left.

“Done,” Deng Luopu called back the unknown number, “I want to see the rest of the payment within half an hour.”

The secretary turned on the speaker and showed Will Reinis the bloody photo they had just received. Seeing him nod in silence, the secretary solemnly instructed Deng Luopu, “The money will not be a penny less, but what should and should not be said…”

“Just give me the money. As for who you are and why you’re killing that person, I don’t care at all.”

Before he could finish, the call was abruptly cut off.

Will Reinis chuckled lightly and told his secretary, “Find an opportunity to get rid of him. Things that only care about money are not reliable.”

“Yes, sir.”

The secretary left quickly, and Will Reinis stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking at the street scene for a moment. He then opened the liquor cabinet behind his desk, poured himself a glass of wine, loosened his tie, and comfortably leaned back on the sofa, sipping his wine. At the same time, he thought about how Mo Xin would react when he heard the news of Liang Qiuchi’s death.

Could he still be arrogant?

Heh.

A little brat more than ten years younger than him, daring to act so arrogantly just because he won a few battles. He really didn’t know his place.

Thinking of Mo Xin’s arrogant demeanor earlier in the day, Will Reinis furrowed his brows in annoyance.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, causing his brows to furrow even tighter.

He carefully recalled every word Mo Xin had said earlier in the day, feeling increasingly uneasy.

How did Mo Xin phrase that sentence again…

“Not caring for him, but… to prevent someone from making a second mistake.”

A second mistake… What did Mo Xin mean by that? And what else did he mention? Food… yes, it was about food!

Mo Xin’s reminder about food safety was understandable, but why emphasize a second mistake, and why look at him specifically?

Could he know about Wancha’s poisoning?!

At the thought of this possibility, Will Reinis completely lost his mood for wine.

Only he, his secretary, and the perpetrator knew about ordering Deng Luopu to poison Wancha. Even the warden and others were unaware; they believed Wancha had escaped from confinement on his own.

So how did Mo Xin find out?

Wancha, in a poisoned coma, would never have escaped from that confinement room without someone’s intervention.

Could it be… Mo Xin?

But Wancha was the direct murderer of Mo Zhenghong. How could Mo Xin possibly save his father’s killer?

Will Reinis became increasingly alarmed the more he thought about it, feeling restless.

His intuition told him that all the recent events were too coincidental, as if a trap lay ahead waiting for him to step into.

And he, at this moment, had to do something.