Seven hours earlier.
Maihe Te, the Mahamut Family's butler and an important figure in the Iris Brotherhood, had been killed seven hours earlier.
The method of death was fairly simple.
A fine sword chopped into his neck, then, like turning a millstone, circled around his cervical vertebra, shredding his windpipe and arteries as easily as slicing bean curd skin. It was then pulled free without dragging out any flesh, raised again, and precisely brought down on the same spot.
With a puff, his head flew off and landed neatly in a bag beside him.
General Zhen's swordsmanship was superb. All Caramel Snail had to do was pull the drawstring to seal the bag before handing it to Li Aoz. Taking out Aisher's corpse from earlier, Li Aoz used his bloodline to forge a bloodline sample, swapped the bodies, and fabricated evidence that Aisher had fled with a huge sum of money.
That way, no one would suspect that two unregistered Layered Abyss residents had done it.
"The whole plan was great. There was just one problem."
Caramel Snail sighed and looked at Li Aoz, who was likewise tied up tightly across from him, before complaining:
"There was a problem with the execution."
"True."
Li Aoz nodded.
"I just grabbed an extra bottle of cold drink."
"Will you die if you don't drink cold drinks?! I have a Cold Drink Machine at home! Come over whenever you want, I'll treat you to as much as you like!"
Caramel Snail grumbled, "General Zhen, this was your plan! Didn't I tell you that after killing him, we should immediately teleport away and run? But no, you just had to run your mouth and drink that bottle!"
"I didn't expect someone to put Void Mayflies in a cold drink."
Li Aoz said innocently.
"Anyone