"Mm, Xiao Hu, what did you find out?"
Jiang Xiaohu looked grave. "Ming Disha's grave was indeed dug up."
Medicine Elder was not surprised in the slightest.
It would have been strange if his grave had not been dug up!
Did they really think he was old and useless? A single rib taken from his body would make soup seven times richer than theirs.
A few insignificant punks wanted his life?
The five of us could not even catch him alone. He was slippery as a loach; we broke so many bones in his body, yet he still ran like a cheetah.
Back then, I watched with my own eyes as blood poured from his seven orifices and even his pupils dilated. And what happened?
The next day, that bastard was eating and drinking to his heart's content in the neighboring city, even harassing women in the street.
"What else?" Medicine Elder asked.
Jiang Xiaohu said, "Recently, there was a business deal involving some mysterious martial artists. It was a batch of..."
At that point, Jiang Xiaohu glanced at Long Aotian and did not go into the details. "We investigated it. The other side is extremely mysterious!"
Medicine Elder narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure they aren't a local family?"
"They wouldn't dare." Jiang Xiaohu was certain of this. "For one thing, although Bing Province's oversight has always been somewhat lax, they would not have the nerve to openly interfere in ordinary people's business. More importantly, the amounts involved are too small. The total accounts only come to a few million. It is simply not worth taking the risk."
"Hmph! There must be something wrong! Keep an eye on this business!"
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"Pan An never left the country. He disappeared midway."
Medicine Elder turned around. "The Tie Chi