The news of the violent incident at Ernest’s mansion quickly spread throughout the residential area. Security guards were deployed to maintain the scene, leaving only two or three people on duty at the entrance.

As a result, Mo Xin and Liang Qiuchi left smoothly without alarming anyone.

“Why didn’t you let me in just now?” Mo Xin was still a little annoyed, “No need to waste time with that kind of person.”

Even if he had shot Ernest, he was confident he could obtain the audio evidence he wanted within ten minutes.

“Why are you still angry?” Liang Qiuchi smiled and ruffled his hair, “Did Will Reinis provoke you just now?”

Mo Xin said coldly, “He wouldn’t dare.”

In the situation just now, Will Reinis deeply understood that his life and death were at Mo Xin’s mercy. Not only did he refrain from deliberately provoking him, but even the intense pain from being shot in both knees was endured in silence, fearing to make any annoying noise that might trigger Mo Xin.

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help shaking his head when he heard this. “I thought he had some courage, but he’s just like his two brothers.”

Afraid of death and lacking in courage.

He looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the car window and caught sight of several conspicuous nanny cars speeding away on the opposite lane. Judging from the license plate numbers, they were probably from the same group of reporters who had followed them to Camp 17 during the day.

“They are dedicated,” Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but smile.

Mo Xin glanced at the rearview mirror and gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Let’s see what tricks Will Reinis has left this time.”

Once tonight’s events were exposed, Will Reinis, the chief of the police bureau, would definitely not be able to hold on to his position, and Ernest would never again cover up Reinis’ past misdeeds.

With both his arms cut off, General Reinis would definitely be in a panic.

Liang Qiuchi said, “Will Reinis is arrogant and self-righteous, and eager to show off in front of his father. His fall tonight was of his own making.”

If Will Reinis had just taken a moment to think before acting, tonight wouldn’t have gone so smoothly for them.

A sudden feeling of being pushed back forcefully jolted Liang Qiuchi’s thoughts.

He glanced at the dashboard in front of Mo Xin, and the speed was approaching 100 miles per hour.

“Why are you driving so fast?” Liang Qiuchi reminded, “You’ll attract the attention of the patrol officers later, which wouldn’t be good. Slow down a bit, baby.”

The affectionate term made Mo Xin feel quite pleased. He eased off the accelerator and slowed the car down to near the city’s speed limit, but not before explaining, “I’m worried that there might be a sudden situation in the prison, so I want to go and check it out quickly.”

Although the lighting in the car was dim, Liang Qiuchi was certain that Mo Xin’s ears were probably burning red at this moment.

He reached out and touched them, confirming that they were indeed very hot.

“Why are you so easily embarrassed?” Liang Qiuchi teased him deliberately, “Do you blush and give orders like this on the frontline too?”

“…No,” Mo Xin replied softly.

Liang Qiuchi’s fingertip touching Mo Xin’s skin felt even hotter.

“Really? General Mo, you don’t look very convincing right now,” Liang Qiuchi’s fingers roamed teasingly around Mo Xin’s neck and face. There were still bruises on his wrists from when they were handcuffed during the day, and the veins were slightly protruding, easily sparking imagination.

Mo Xin glanced down, feeling uncomfortable as his previously loose pants suddenly felt tight.

He hastily grabbed Liang Qiuchi’s hand, preventing him from further instigation.

Liang Qiuchi stopped teasing him and let him focus on driving.

When the two returned to Camp 17, what should have been pitch-black walls were now illuminated with lights. Liang Qiuchi and Mo Xin exchanged a glance, quickly changed into prison guards’ uniforms, and slipped in amidst the chaos.

The closer they got to Block A, the more chaotic it became.

Whistles and rowdy noises filled the air, with the doors of various cells in the core block wide open, inmates freely roaming and cheering. Various household items were scattered on the ground, and airborne scraps of toilet paper continued to fall.

In addition, some large inmates gathered in front of the entrance to Block A, attempting to violently break through the doors.

Several guards outside the security checkpoint held batons, occasionally banging on the iron gates and shouting loudly, trying to scare the inmates back into their cells.

“What’s going on?” Mo Xin asked coldly.

The nearby guards, seeing him wearing a military coat, involuntarily stiffened and nudged their colleagues maintaining order in front.

The person turned back impatiently, but upon seeing Mo Xin’s face, quickly changed his demeanor and hurriedly approached Mo Xin, handing him a cigarette while summarizing briefly what had just happened.

It turned out that one of the inmates in A407 had been shot dead. When the guards and doctors came to take the body, the inmates from other cells found out and protested passionately. Unexpectedly, the electronic door of one of the cells malfunctioned, allowing the inmates inside to break free.

Not only did this person injure the guards, but he also abducted a doctor. Then the riot escalated uncontrollably.

“Where are the hostages now?” Mo Xin, cigarette dangling from his lips, raised a finger to stop the guard from lighting it for him.

“They’ve been knocked out, and we don’t know where they’ve been dumped.”

Seeing that the main gate of the block was about to collapse from the battering, the sweating guard urged Mo Xin to retreat to the safer guard room with them.

Mo Xin asked again, “Where’s the warden?”

“He’s on his way.” Because they were afraid of the situation escalating, no one dared to report it initially, hoping to quietly extinguish the riot in its infancy.

When it became clear that the situation was getting out of control, someone finally called the warden in the middle of the night.

With a bang, the main gate of the block collapsed, and the excited inmates rushed out.

Mo Xin fired a warning shot into the air, only intimidating some people. Some who were not afraid of death continued to charge forward, shouting wildly.

Mo Xin signaled to the people beside him. Several guards hesitated, but upon hearing Mo Xin say, “I’ll take responsibility if anything happens,” they no longer hesitated and began firing warning shots one after another.

The person in front, already excited to the point of losing his senses, continued charging until his forehead suddenly burst, blood streaming down his face, stopping him in his tracks.

He knelt in the pool of blood as he rushed towards freedom, and the people around, seeing that the guards were serious, suddenly cooled down from their boiling hot-blooded state.

They squatted on the ground, holding their heads, afraid to move.

The special forces guarding outside rushed in, rounding up these rioters and bringing them back to their cells. At this moment, Mo Xin suddenly caught sight of a guard in front of him gasping for air and raising a gun towards him.

He raised an eyebrow, and before the guard could pull the trigger, he kicked out with his long legs, knocking the gun out of the guard’s hand.

At the same time, several guards, amidst the commotion, rushed forward and subdued Liang Qiuchi, who had been standing silently behind Mo Xin.

Liang Qiuchi: “…” These people were a bit slow to react.

The person in charge of Block A didn’t dare to breathe a word and awkwardly explained to Mo Xin, “Liang Qiuchi is too cunning… I don’t know where he got the prison guard uniform from. He almost fooled us, General, are you okay?”

Mo Xin looked down at the bound Liang Qiuchi, his left hand clenched in his pocket, knuckles turning white, his face still expressionless.

“Yeah, he’s a dangerous individual. Let’s put him in solitary confinement tonight.”

Liang Qiuchi lifted his head at the mention of this, giving him a glance.

Mo Xin raised an eyebrow, then turned his head away, no longer looking at him.

Liang Qiuchi helplessly lowered his head and smiled. Under the admiring gaze of many inmates behind him, he was dragged away by several burly prison guards.