Beneath the night sky, countless stars glimmered through thick clouds that obscured half the moon. Only a few faint rays of light pierced the gloom, and an oppressive atmosphere hung in the air.
In the Jia family's guest hall, Jia Meng, Wu Siwu, and Xia Bu sat around an old wooden tea table, discussing the outcome of their recent operation.
"Those vermin are easy to deal with. We only need to give someone a little push, and we can find a scapegoat to take the blame for us. Then we can walk away completely clean."
Jia Meng spoke calmly, his tone full of disdain for the so-called leaders of the world of curses.
He had a gentle face, but deep sorrow showed in his eyes. The darkness in his gaze was like a towering mountain, so oppressive that it made people feel short of breath.
Wu Siwu said nothing. His brows drew together, and his thoughts raced as his anger burned like a raging fire. "I could blow them all to pieces with a single punch."
"Then what would be the point of all the effort we've put into investigating them?"
His fists clenched involuntarily. The veins on his arms stood out, and the tendons in his hands bulged. He looked like a little insect consumed by fury, ready to rush out and wipe out all those Gao family bastards in an instant.
Jia Meng smiled faintly. A meteor seemed to streak through his eyes, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"Of course there's a point. I can't kill him directly, but I can make him die in what looks like 'revenge by evil spirits.'"
"That way, we can get rid of these vermin without causing too much of a stir."
Wu Siwu nodded, then burst into hearty laughter,