At Uncle Fu's report, Liu Hongyi's tightly furrowed brows lifted slightly.
He first cast a cold glance at Ling Xiaodong, who was still twitching unconsciously on the ground.
Then he looked a little farther away.
The Boar Spirit lay there too, eyes rolled back, with no telling whether he was alive or dead.
"So they're with the authorities..."
Liu Hongyi gave a cold snort and forced down the murderous urge rising in him.
Without hesitation, he waved for Uncle Fu to bring them over.
The authorities were here on official business. As head of the Liu Family, he had to show them due respect. He could not afford any complications at a time like this.
What a shame, though...
He would not get to teach that arrogant bastard Ling Xiaodong a proper lesson today.
With Uncle Fu leading the way, the crisp, synchronized thud of tactical boots drew closer.
A squad of fully armed Armed Police commandos arrived at the heart of the Liu Family Ancestral Grave, submachine guns at the ready.
Deputy Captain Wang Lei held his weapon as he swept a wary gaze over the scene.
When the battle-hardened officers saw the devastation before them, it looked like a battlefield ravaged by a tornado.
Wang Lei and several commandos exchanged glances. The same deep bewilderment showed in all their eyes.
What kind of monsters had fought here?
Broken headstones, torn-open graves, muddy footprints everywhere, an unconscious thug in a suit, and a man in a tank top beaten beyond recognition...
They had already formed an assumption before they arrived.
Instinctively, they blamed all the destruction on the enormous Boar Spirit lying in a pool of blood.
The mutated beast's destructive power really was terrifying!
Once they had identified their target.
Wang Lei holstered his gun and strode over