"Although there were no visible external injuries on the victim, his heart had been shattered into pieces. The only reasonable explanation I can think of is that a martial arts expert used internal energy to rupture his heart, killing him instantly!"
As he washed his hands with the hot water prepared by the escort hand, Ye Weiming announced the results of his examination to everyone.
After washing up, he accepted a clean towel from the escort hand and dried his hands. Setting the towel down, Ye Weiming continued, "There are countless martial arts techniques in the martial world with terrifying destructive power, but few can inflict such a strange injury. Combined with what Young Escort Chief Lin experienced earlier, the most likely culprit is the Qingcheng Sect's Heart Shattering Palm."
After receiving Yin Bukui's friendly spoiler, Ye Weiming naturally knew that this was the Qingcheng Sect's handiwork. But out of professional ethics as a law enforcement officer, he would not jump to conclusions based on a spoiler alone.
Without sufficient evidence proving that the murderer was someone from the Qingcheng Sect, they could only be listed as suspects—or prime suspects. Nothing more.
"Heart Shattering Palm?" Having witnessed Ye Weiming's entire examination and believing only what he saw with his own eyes, Lin Zhennan finally gave up any illusions about the truth. He collapsed onto the ground, his face ashen. "That's right. It must have been the Heart Shattering Palm, there can be no mistake! The Qingcheng Sect—it must be the Qingcheng Sect... What... what are we supposed to do?"
The pretty boy Lin Pingzhi, however, revealed a resolute look. Neither servile nor overbearing, he said, "Father, if we're doomed either way, we might as well go out and fight them!"
"You unfilial brat, shut your mouth!"
Lin Pingzhi had never