Qin Ye struggled to maintain the dignity of an Infernal Judge as he kept the anxiety on his heart from showing on his face. Step by step, he followed the entourage of white-coated men as they poured into a room.

This was the city government’s conference room. That said, it was no longer recognizable as such, because there were a plethora of instruments and thin screens located along the sides of the walls. But the most conspicuous part of the room was still a vertical, cylindrical machine that was located right in the middle. Surveillance monitors were also located at various parts of the room. There was even a spherical robot assisting with the operations of these instruments and devices.

Sigh… The Special Investigations Department really does get priority access to the most ground-breaking technology. In that instant, Qin Ye felt somewhat proud to be able to call himself a Cathayan. The privileged status of being a part of the United Nations Security Council P5 was truly something that had to be earned.

But, just as the wave of pride washed over him, a sensation of having just eaten shit soon surfaced in his heart…

Bloody hell… are these things all going to be used on me?! Do you know what kind of secrets I harbour in this body of mine?!

But what other choice do I have than to remain adamant against it? Hang on a minute… Aren’t Hellguards already supposed to be considered a middle-grade cultivator, in accordance with the ranking system of the Emissaries of Hell? Why weren’t there such...