In Shangjing City, within the prison of the night watchmen.
Li Mi was being detained here at this time.
His question had caused a sensation throughout Shangjing, yet Xia Xuanmin responded only with three words.
"Arrest him."
Then, Commander Luan took action with his men. To seize this opportunity to atone for crimes and preserve his position, he had to make the arrest.
As a result, Li Mi did not resist. Perhaps his despair was too deep, or perhaps he knew resistance was futile.
In any case, he was now behind bars.
In front of a cell gate made of mystic iron crystal and sealed with prohibition spells, Xu Qian, carrying a tray of food, looked somberly at the man who had once been his superior.
How unpredictable life is, he thought, having just been promoted to a Sixth-Grade night watchman, only to see Li Mi become a convict.
"Mr. Li, why don't you eat something?"
