Evening.
Funeral Home, morgue.
"Who was it?!!!"
Li Xingwu's beard and hair bristled wildly, his eyes bloodshot like an enraged lion.
In the span of a single day.
His son, Li Chenghu, was lying in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment.
His granddaughter, Li Qian, had become a cold corpse.
"Master."
A low voice sounded.
Guo Yang stood behind Li Xingwu, his face full of grief.
"It was my fault. I failed to watch over Junior Sister."
His tone was filled with guilt, as though he were genuinely heartbroken.
"Guo Yang."
Li Xingwu looked at Li Qian on the table and spoke softly.
"Your Junior Sister had a bit of a bad temper."
"But she was a good child. She shouldn't have died like this."
"I'm useless. I couldn't protect her parents, and I couldn't protect her either."
"But the people who killed her, who killed her parents."
"Not one of them can be spared. I'll tear them to pieces!"
Though Li Xingwu's voice trembled slightly, his tone was filled with bone-chilling coldness.
"Rest assured, Master. No matter where the murderer is, I'll find him and kill him!"
Guo Yang swore solemnly.
Yet after he finished speaking, Li Xingwu fell silent.
After a long while, he spoke again.
"No."
Li Xingwu rejected him.
"I'll handle this matter myself."
"I won't spare a single person from that Mysterious Organization."
"Now, only you and Junior Brother Wu remain. Neither of you can afford to have another accident."
"You only need to focus on training. Don't concern yourselves with anything else."
With that,
Li Xingwu turned and left, seemingly unwilling to look at Li Qian's corpse any longer.
Behind him,
Guo Yang stared blankly in the direction Li Xingwu had left, silently clenching his fists.
"Master, just wait and see."
"I'll let you know