Unfortunately, though Xiang Yang itched to immediately draw his blade and slaughter the uncle-nephew pair Yi Feixuan and Yi Guoxin, he did not act blindly. At the very least, he could not do it openly. Falling out with Great Zhou would do him no good.
His thinking was much the same as when he dealt with Xiang Dong, the Commander-in-Chief of Dingzhou. For this special class of people who wielded power at will and stood beyond the judgment of ordinary law, special methods were needed to make them answer for their crimes.
Call it burying one's head in the sand, call it self-deception—Xiang Yang did not care. If he wanted to do something, he would do it, and he had the ability to do it. That was what mattered most.
After waving away the already unsettled young constable, Xiang Yang sat in the jade chair and pondered for a moment before asking again,
"Let us set aside whether what happened just now was true or false. Where is Chief Constable Yi Guoxin now?"
Ever since leaving First Line of Heaven, Xiang Yang had raced nonstop toward Dingzhou. Then he had been occupied with investigating the case and had never received news from here, so he knew nothing of what happened to Yi Guoxin afterward.
Killing intent overflowed from his heart. He now wanted to find Yi Guoxin's whereabouts, wait for an opportunity to strike, then pin the blame on the Demon Sect. After all, the Demon Sect and he were already at odds.
"Reporting to my lord, ever since Chief Constable Yi clashed with Chief Constable Ning that time, Tiger King transferred him away from here. I heard he went to carry out an extremely special mission. He has been gone for quite some time."
A bitter smile surfaced on