Two and a half hours later, Chen Hao finally completed his grand pig-slaughtering endeavor.
After using True Qi to grind the minced flesh and bones of the two dead fat pigs into powder, he poured it all into the toilet and flushed it down the drain.
His hand trembling, he crushed the blood-soaked knives and forks into powder as well.
After cleaning the hotel room inside and out three times and confirming that not a trace of blood remained, Chen Hao leaned over the toilet rim and began vomiting violently again.
Killing people to vent his anger had certainly felt good, but dismembering corpses was far too brutal. Even as the one who had done it, Chen Hao still felt his scalp tingle and a chill run through him.
Once the fury and adrenaline faded, all that remained was nausea and an icy chill down his spine.
Although he had killed several people before, he had done so secretly through medical methods. He had never used such a brutal method of murder.
"Phew..."
Once his emotions gradually settled again, Chen Hao took a cold shower, got dressed, and returned to the suite.
Sweeping his gaze around, Chen Hao quickly spotted his canvas bag in a corner.
He walked over, took out the remaining marriage contracts, and began examining them one by one.
"Tang Tang, Zhang Erdan, Chen Ergou..."
Chen Hao muttered expressionlessly. His brows furrowed, and an idea quickly formed in his mind.
After suffering one blow after another, Chen Hao had come to understand a truth.
If he wanted to make it in Linjiang, it was simply unrealistic to do so without money and connections paving the way.
Though he possessed formidable Martial Arts skills and miraculous medical expertise, he had nowhere to use them.
He had lofty ambitions,