At the entrance of the main room, Tang Xingcheng was currently dragging a young girl by the arm toward the inside.
The girl looked to be around thirteen or fourteen, with delicate features, red eyes, and was struggling desperately to escape.
"What are you doing?!" the voice of another middle-aged servant woman came from inside, filled with anger.
Yet she had barely cried out when the round-faced young man knocked her unconscious with a single blow.
Dragged into the room, the girl trembled all over, tears streaming down like a broken thread.
"What am I doing? Hmph! Your father Wang Xiaochuan was a ruthless character, and now that he's dead, you'd better cooperate with the investigation!"
"Please... I told you..." she cried, gasping for breath.
"I don't know anything about what my father did... I really don't know... I didn't get involved in gang affairs... Please let me go..."
She struggled desperately to pull her hand back, but with her pitiful strength, how could she ever break free from the grip of a First Qi and Blood martial artist?
Tang Xingcheng laughed uninhibitedly:
"Let you go? Little girl, your father is dead, your mother is a widow, and you're just a little girl with no backing—how are you supposed to survive here in Qinghe County from now on? I'm helping you, understand?"
He leaned in closer, and the girl shrank back in terror.
"No... Mother!"
After finishing off the servant woman, the round-faced young man watched from the side with a smiling expression.
Jiang Hao saw it too, his brows furrowing slightly as his feet shifted, looking as though he wanted to step forward.
Yet after moving only half a step, he stopped.
His eyes swept over Tang Xingcheng, the expression on his face changing over and over.
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