The Mountain Rain is Coming

The moment he saw the bodies, the landlord broke down instantly.

No matter how mentally prepared he had been, no matter how indifferent he was to life and death, his entire family was gone. He could not control his emotions.

However, Imperial people did not believe in tears. He only cried for a few minutes before gritting his teeth and contacting the City Garrison.

After the city guards arrived, they examined the bodies and began asking what exactly had happened.

Though the landlord was not a professional, he could tell from the degree of decomposition that his family had been dead for more than a day.

He had never heard of any Awakened One who could accelerate the decay of corpses, so his family must have died at the kidnappers' hands.

It was impossible for him not to hate the group of tenants. If those people had not appeared, how could anything have happened to his family? But the dead were gone. What he needed to consider first was avenging his family.

Besides, the tenants might be even more overbearing than the kidnappers. They had already openly threatened him.

At that thought, his newly mended arm began to ache faintly again.

Looking at it from another angle, how had they known where the kidnappers buried the bodies? They clearly could not have stumbled upon it by chance.

The City Garrison's technicians confirmed this—the victims had died on the night they were kidnapped.

The landlord had reason to believe that the tenants had captured at least some of the kidnappers and interrogated the burial site out of them.

That left one more question. If any kidnappers had slipped through the net, who was more trustworthy—the tenants or the City Garrison?

The landlord believed the ferocious-looking tenants were somewhat more reliable.

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