Leng Shengchen stared fixedly at the wreckage before him when an even more suffocating fact seized him by the throat—damn it, this time he had caused a catastrophe of monstrous proportions!
These three sorcerers were no ordinary retainers. They were honored guests of the family, and his father, Leng Hongjie's, highly valued right-hand men!
They knew many of the family's secrets that could never see the light of day, yet because of one private operation of his, they had died in such a muddled, unexplained manner...
If his father found out, in his towering rage, he would beat him to death!
No. Absolutely no one could be allowed to find out!
A vicious resolve surged up from the depths of his heart, crushing Leng Shengchen's initial panic.
Before anyone, especially his father, noticed, he had to bury all of this completely.
As long as he handled it cleanly and decisively, he could simply claim he knew nothing when the time came and pin everything on an accident or some other enemy.
After all, he had contacted these three sorcerers to set up the evil ritual behind his father's back—and behind the back of his shrewd, capable elder brother as well.
At that thought, Leng Shengchen abruptly turned around. Not a trace of panic remained on his face, replaced only by the ferocity and resolve of a man driven into a corner.
Facing the four bodyguards, who stood mute as cicadas in winter, he lowered his voice. "Listen carefully! Clean this place inside and out—thoroughly!
"Every trace of blood, every fragment, even fingernails lodged in the cracks of the walls—get rid of all of it! I want this place restored to exactly how it was, as if nothing ever happened!"
After saying that, Leng Shengchen raised a hand and pointed at