The instant Yin Minghong walked into the room, he glanced at the corpses on the floor that had yet to be cleared away.
The next second, he calmly looked away as if nothing had happened, clasped his fists, and said, "Greetings, Eldest Young Master."
"Mm." Le Yu sat in the armchair and nodded lazily.
By then, Le Yu had changed back into normal clothes, while Qing Lan, wearing a veil, sat beside him in a black lace skirt. If he had followed Jing Zhengwei's usual habits, he would certainly have continued swapping identities with Qing Lan to protect himself while continuing to enjoy the thrill of cross-dressing deception. But Le Yu was neither afraid of death nor interested.
More importantly, the underwear Jing Zhengwei wore while cross-dressing was so tight it hurt his balls. It was a wonder he could walk in it.
After Yin Minghong arrived, he said nothing. Soon, a commotion sounded outside, and Boss Huo and the others were brought into the top-floor room, bound hand and foot. The instant he saw Yin Yinyin's corpse on the floor, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed. "Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Master, I really have nothing to do with this person!"
"Is that so?" Le Yu spread out his hand, feeling that his nails seemed a little long, and gently held it out to Qing Lan. Qing Lan naturally took out a nail clipper and began trimming Le Yu's nails.
"I heard that you made a fortune through your caravans, bought a large house in Profound Candle Prefecture, registered your own name in the Society, and might even become one of the Eighty-Eight at this year's Silver Blood Conference, standing as an equal with the Jing Family. In the future, I'll have to call you Boss Huo too."