This matter was no longer much of a secret within the Xiangzhou Divine Constable Gate. More or less everyone had heard of it, especially since Yi Guoxin's conduct itself had always been questionable.
It was only because Yi Guoxin was highly skilled in martial arts, held an extraordinary position, and had an uncle behind him whom no one could afford to provoke that nobody dared expose it, all pretending they had seen nothing.
The Divine Constable Gate should have been a place that swept away injustice and lawlessness. Yet at this moment, it had become a den that harbored filth and corruption. It was truly rather tragic.
With a crisp smack, everyone turned toward the sound and saw Nan Fenglan, the Chief Constable whose lovely features rivaled Ning Ke's, her face dark as she viciously slammed the teacup in her hand onto the round table beside her. Fury filled her beautiful eyes; her breathing came quick, and her chest rose and fell without pause.
As the Tiger King's nephew, Yi Guoxin possessed status, standing, and martial skill. Back in the Imperial Capital of the Divine Continent, he had indeed been a playboy, entangled ambiguously with quite a few women. Yet those women had all been willing; it had nothing to do with coercion.
But who would have thought that once he left the Imperial Capital of the Divine Continent, Yi Guoxin would completely let himself go, no longer concealing the flaws and ugliness in his nature, and commit such shameless deeds? He truly deserved to die.
Huang Shaoxiong did not show much reaction. Yet as he watched Nan Fenglan's display, his gaze drifted, and he secretly pondered, *Judging by Little Nan's reaction, could it be that she and Yi Guoxin had once had something going on too? Wouldn't that be