The Great Funeral

The curator of Sword Tasting Hall, Han Shan!?

More than a dozen disciples!?

"Th-this... how is this possible!?"

Jin Guangming's heart shuddered. "Curator Han Shan is one of the strongest martial masters in Guangzhou City. Even against a hundred armed thugs, he could fight his way to victory. In ancient times, he'd have been an unparalleled general, charging through a thousand men on horseback! No matter how secretly Li ChunJun trained in martial arts, killing Sun Yongxing and the others by taking advantage of their carelessness was the most he could manage. How could he possibly stand against Curator Han!?"

"Indeed, he shouldn't be able to."

Mo Lei said gravely, "But while it's true that Curator Han could defeat a hundred armed thugs on his own, the weapons in question were knives, swords, clubs, and the like... And according to what I've heard, Li ChunJun... used a gun! A firearm!"

"A gun!?"

Jin Guangming's pupils contracted. "Where did he get a gun!?"

Firearms and other modern weapons were strictly forbidden by order of the immortal cultivation sects. Under these circumstances, who would dare carry or use a gun, aside from the City Guard, which was directly under the command of the immortal cultivators?

"The gun's source... should be connected to that chief inspector."

Mo Lei said.

As a senior official in law enforcement, he could still get his hands on firearms.

Even though the relevant technology had been sealed away thirty years ago, making guns wasn't difficult. With modern industry, all it took was the will to do it, and a small workshop could turn one out.

It was just that the Garrison Department and the City Guard spared no effort in cracking down on anyone carrying a gun. Even their relatives would be implicated. That was what stopped people with the means to make guns from acting on it.

But that thug was different!

He'd gone completely mad!

He'd stop at nothing to take revenge on the Jin Family...

It seemed he'd even drawn everyone connected to the Jin Family into his vendetta.

At this point, he seemed to live for revenge alone.

In that state, he was capable of anything. He wasn't afraid of the consequences of carrying or using a gun!

"The important thing now isn't where the gun came from. It's that... this clearly isn't over. He won't just let it go."

Mo Lei took a deep breath. "Especially now that he has a gun!"

A Martial Artist with Internal Strengthening and a gun was enough to make even a Harmony Realm martial master like him uneasy.

Jin Guangming felt just as weighed down.

He'd never imagined that dealing with a minor matter could turn into this.

Over the years, his son, Jin Haoxuan, had acted up a little a few times. Half a year ago, apparently, that woman had jumped off a building.

Shen Zhengxian had handled the details. Jin Guangming hadn't asked questions; he only knew that the matter had been cleaned up thoroughly.

In terms of severity, what had happened to Li Wanqing and her younger brother, Li ChunJun, hadn't even been a real problem.

But then...

First, Li ChunJun had posted about it everywhere and paid to promote the posts, stirring up a huge public outcry.

But public opinion only mattered when dealing with ordinary wealthy people or small-company owners. For someone in Jin Guangming's position... unless someone of equal standing wanted to use the uproar to bring him down, one order from him was enough to suppress it.

And that was exactly what happened.

The controversy lasted less than three days before it vanished without a trace.

A month later, not a single trace of the incident could be found online.

It was that public outcry that had drawn his attention to the matter. Otherwise, Shen Zhengxian would have handled what followed neatly.

But now?

Samsung Property Management had taken care of the matter on Shen Zhengxian's behalf, and its people had gone straight to their graves!

The house where Li Wanqing and Li ChunJun lived had been reduced to ashes in a fire. They'd reportedly found no fewer than thirty bodies inside!

Then Li ChunJun, who had somehow survived, had gone berserk and stormed the Jin Family Courtyard. In a display of unspeakable brutality, he'd cruelly killed Jin Guangming's wife, his son, and more than a dozen other people connected to them!

Jin Guangming still remembered how his teeth had clenched when he first heard the news!

Death!

He'd barged into the Jin Family Courtyard and killed people!

More than a dozen of them!

What kind of unmitigated gall did that take!?

For a crime this heinous, he had to be executed!

Even being hacked to pieces a thousand times wouldn't atone for it!

Still, after seven days without finding him, Jin Guangming had assumed the killer had fled Guangzhou City and gone on the run.

He'd never expected Li ChunJun to remain in Guangzhou, brazenly lingering there. And now the inhuman monster had cruelly murdered Liu Zhengcun, the righteous chief inspector, then used a gun to kill Han Shan, curator of Sword Tasting Hall, and more than a dozen of his disciples.

What kind of monstrous criminal was this!?

How had the situation gotten so out of hand!?

"Li ChunJun has gone completely mad. Even if it costs him his life, he'll probably come after you for revenge. And with so many guests at today's funeral, there are too many people coming and going. If he slips in and takes a shot at you from a distance, no one will have time to react."

Mo Lei said gravely, "I've already ordered more Garrison Department personnel here to strengthen security, but to be safe, you'd better not show your face again... Let someone else preside over the funeral."

Jin Guangming had survived this long by knowing how to read the situation and act accordingly.

He was the chairman of a major conglomerate worth tens of billions. Knowing a desperate killer had his sights set on him, how could he possibly put himself in danger?

He took a deep breath. "Understood. I'll go to the inner hall now."

Then his expression turned cold. "But Director Mo, with this criminal gone so completely mad, shouldn't you give me an explanation as soon as possible?"

"Don't worry!"

Mo Lei nodded.

In truth, he'd been uneasy too when he learned Li ChunJun had a gun.

But...

Things had already gotten out of hand.

Liu Zhengcun, the chief inspector, was dead, and Han Shan of Sword Tasting Hall had also been killed by Li ChunJun. Han Shan, after all, had been a close guest of a member of Congress.

If Mo Lei couldn't apprehend the killer soon, his career as Garrison Department chief would be over.

Even if his connections could help him weather the loss of his position, lie low for a year or two, and then land some post like head of the Tourism Department, he'd never wield anything like the power he held now.

In these circumstances, even though he had no desire to face the madman, he had no choice but to step up and take charge. "I've secretly had men lay a Heavenly Net at Hengda Flower Garden. Unless he stays away, the moment he shows up, he won't leave here alive!"

"Then I'll wait for good news from you, Director Mo."

Jin Guangming said.

Mo Lei nodded. "Please rest assured. We..."

He hadn't finished speaking when his gaze suddenly fell on a figure in a baseball cap, head bowed.

The figure was dressed like a band member and carried a guitar case.

Though people were coming and going inside and outside the building, the figure had moved from the entrance into the living room far too quickly.

And then there was his build...

Even with the cap on, he seemed familiar.

Mo Lei couldn't place him at first, but the instincts he'd honed as head of the Garrison Department made him bark, "Stop! Who are you? Take off your hat and raise your head!"

But just as Mo Lei shouted, the figure, apparently judging that he was close enough, suddenly sped up.

His brisk stride became a full-on sprint.

As he charged forward, the guitar case on his back hit the ground. A sharp sword that had been wedged inside came free in his hand.

With a burst of force, he adjusted his grip on the sword and shot toward Mo Lei like a leopard springing on its prey.

Only then did Mo Lei finally see who it was.

The face, still touched by the innocence of youth; the cold, merciless eyes; the murderous aura that seemed to sweep over him like a tangible force...

Mo Lei couldn't help crying out in shock.

"Li ChunJun!?"