Capturing the Fugitive

"Master, when are you going to the Liang Family?" A moment later, inside the Corpse Burning Room, Wang Tie Zhu asked.

Liang Tiankui and Liang Tianjing ultimately lacked the nerve to keep pressing the matter. Tails tucked between their legs, they left.

Even though Wang Tie Zhu's aura pressure was merely at the Spring Gushing Realm.

"I'll go, but not now." Qin He shook his head.

Because he wanted to observe exactly what kind of transformation the Supernatural Demonic Wolf would undergo.

As a Dao Palace Realm cultivator, Liang Hengshi had strong enough resistance. He was a rare specimen.

Let the bullets fly a while longer. There was no rush.

Wang Tie Zhu nodded as though he understood, and did not ask any further questions.

After stumbling and bumping their way through it all, Qin He's side had finally reunited, with most of them together again.

There was a basketful of good news, except the Corpse Burning Room was too small and did not have enough space for everyone. It was inevitably noisy as well.

Wang Tie Zhu and Lamborghini had never gotten along particularly well.

And Ma Fei was a foul-mouthed bastard.

With the three of them crammed together, things often spiraled out of control.

The next day, Qin He rose early, mounted Lamborghini, and was just about to head out for a ride.

He had not ridden this fellow in a long time and missed it greatly.

But just then, the streets suddenly erupted into chaos. Squad after squad of armored soldiers hurried about, inspecting everyone they encountered.

Cavalrymen also rode back and forth, shouting as they relayed messages.

At first, Qin He thought they had come for him. After all, the Liang Family had only left yesterday; perhaps they had made some move today.

But upon