The operation persisted throughout the night and by the next day, all targets listed had been apprehended.
In Mande City Prison, Su Jie sat alone in a room, watching as a convict was escorted in.
Based on the severity of their crimes, the officials and businessmen captured last night faced differing trials, with the lesser offenders condemned to toil in the mines until death.
As for those with more serious offenses, they were brought to Su Jie.
"Chief, the convict has been brought in."
A soldier from Jieke Security saluted Su Jie.
Su Jie put down the cup of fragrant tea he was holding and waved his hand, saying, "You may leave."
The Jieke Security guards stationed outside the door retreated, leaving just Su Jie and the newly escorted convict in the room.
This convict was a middle-aged man, terrified to the point that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Mr. Su... Mr. Su... I’ve been wronged, I really didn’t do anything."
Upon seeing Su Jie, the man was desperate to explain.
"Everyone who comes in says they’ve been wronged. During your time as head of public security, murder, embezzlement, taking bribes, covering up crimes for others, colluding with gangs..."
Su Jie recited a list of charges, and with each one, the face of the middle-aged man before him grew more fearful.
Because he knew what fate awaited him in the hands of Su Jie.
"You had a good life, a high enough status, yet you repeatedly challenged my bottom line. Did you think I’d be more merciful than Lu Wenbo, afraid to deal with you?"
Su Jie twisted his neck, turned around, and picked up a revolver from the table, loading bullets one by one.
This enterprise he had built up from scratch and he would not allow anyone else to destroy it.
"You scum from Hua Country, this is our Chan Country, our land. Even if I were guilty, it would be for the Chan Country Government to deal with, not for you to arrest me."
Seeing Su Jie showing no mercy, the middle-aged man roared, his mind overheated, and despite his handcuffed hands, he actually tried to attack Su Jie.
Su Jie raised the revolver, aimed at the man’s thigh, and pulled the trigger.
"Your land? Ask the hundreds of thousands of people from the Mande Region if they welcome the arrival of our Jieke Company. Those who don’t are just you parasites. You wish too well for yourself. For the crimes you’ve committed, I’ll give you the most fair trial, making sure your death is exceptionally stimulating."
Su Jie sneered, pulled the trigger, and the bullets hit the man’s limbs, causing him to wail incessantly.
Finally, the revolver was pointed at the middle-aged man’s forehead, and the trigger was pulled.
The bullet penetrated the skull, splitting it open, and a mix of red and white matter spilled everywhere.
At the same time, a soul emerged uncontrollably from the corpse’s head and was absorbed into the Soul Summoning Banner that Su Jie had taken out.
For such enemies, Su Jie had no mercy, letting their souls become sustenance for his Soul Summoning Banner, which was a way to utilize the waste one last time.
If the middle-aged man knew that after his death his soul would be scattered, leaving nothing behind, who knows if he would still dare to commit those evil deeds.
On the Soul Summoning Banner, the image of the Yin Soul drawn with blood became increasingly vivid.
Night fell, and the moonlight streamed through the window into the room, a gentle breeze fluttering the Soul Summoning Banner in Su Jie’s hand, with the Yin Soul figure on it seeming alive, swaying unpredictably with the wind.
"Still not enough," Su Jie felt the change in the Soul Summoning Banner and picked up the walkie-talkie, saying, "Bring all the convicts waiting outside here."
One after another, Jieke Security officers brought in more than twenty convicts into the room.
None of them spared a second glance at the body killed on the ground.
Su Jie raised his pistol again, this time too lazy for words, and pulled the trigger on the several people in front of him.
"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!"
"Spare me, I don’t want to die!"
Their short, terrified screams did nothing to cause Su Jie to hesitate as he coldly and mercilessly pulled the trigger over and over.
The bullets accurately entered the criminals’ brains, taking both their lives and souls.
After killing nine people, the Soul Summoning Banner absorbed their souls post-death, and it finally underwent earth-shattering changes.
An odd, pungent stench of blood and decay filled the room.
The light shone on the Soul Summoning Banner, distorting the rays. The Yin Souls in the painting cracked their mouths open to their ears, the pitch-dark cavities seemed to silently laugh with faces full of malice and misfortune.
The next moment, the Yin Soul twisted its neck, scraped its hands on the banner, and floated right out from the Soul Summoning Banner.
The Yin Soul was like a cluster of ashes, its body twisted in form, the eyes hollow and lifeless, emitting an eerie aura, conveying an indescribable weird power as if the souls were shivering.
That was a Yin Soul, the first fully formed Yin Soul.
"Ghost, there’s a ghost!"
While Su Jie was appreciating the newly born Yin Soul, the criminals pushed into the room were shaking in terror.
Witnessing such a supernatural event first-hand had an immeasurable impact on their worldview, a group of people huddled together in the corner of the wall, hysterically shouting and yelling.
With a soft command from Su Jie, the Yin Soul floated away, resembling the likeness of phantoms in movies and TV shows, passing directly through solid objects like tables and chairs.
At high speed, the Yin Soul’s body elongated and thinned, turning into a curved blade as it instantly passed through one of the criminals’ bodies.
The criminal’s body convulsed once; despite showing no external or internal injuries, the pupils immediately lost their sparkle.
Su Jie noted that as the Yin Soul, turned into a blade, passed through the man’s body, his soul was also torn apart simultaneously.
It is extremely difficult to harm a human soul, and even Su Jie currently had no means to directly target a soul.
However, the Yin Soul itself was born from the condensation of souls and possessed an innate ability to attack souls.
The torn soul floated out from the corpse and was directly absorbed into the Soul Summoning Banner.
The attack of the Yin Soul did not stop; its bizarre and eerie figure swept through like a cold wind, passing through each criminal’s body and taking their lives as well.
Looking around, one by one, the lifeless and cold bodies lay on the ground.
If it were not for their still chests, they would seem as if they were sleeping peacefully.
The souls of these ordinary people had not undergone any cultivation or purification, so their resistance to the Yin Soul was virtually non-existent.
As souls were harvested, another new Yin Soul condensed on the Soul Summoning Banner, seemingly sensing the scent of death in the external world, it was eager to drill out, its face revealing madness and chilling coldness, giving people a sense of suffocation.
"Ten ordinary people’s souls to produce one Yin Soul, eh!"
Su Jie muttered to himself, then beckoned with his fingers, directing both Yin Souls to charge towards him.
As the two Yin Souls passed through his body, Su Jie felt a mysterious chill, his vision slightly blurred, but was immediately restored.