I Will Absolutely Not Let Him Off Easy

The men below the Cannon trembled with fear. How could they possibly know how people died?

If the Cannon hadn't come back to speak, they wouldn't have even realized the person was dead!

Who spends all day staring at his son's friends? Besides, none of them are as good-looking as his son's friends, okay?

His arrogant son, who always looked down on them, the players who depended on Cannon.

If his son had been obedient, he wouldn't have died out there without anyone knowing.

What happened here was something Xiao Fan hadn't expected.

Although there were many people at the temporary gathering place, they were all people who had seen Cannon's son leave, so they naturally assumed that he would tell Cannon about his son's death.

When Qin Muyu and Ye Bugu went to eliminate the Cannon's men, there were no other players around, and no one knew that these men were all dead.

In addition, it was during an event, and everyone was busy leveling up, so no one was willing to spend time dealing with this matter.

So in the end, it was actually the Cannon that discovered his son was dead first.

The others in the settlement only learned of his son's death after hearing what the Cannon had said.

A deathly silence instantly enveloped the entire area.

Seeing everyone below bowing their heads in silence, the cannon, its chest churning with raging Cannon, grew increasingly grim and terrifying.

"Speak! Have you all become mute?"

His voice was rough and cold, and an extremely strong sense of oppression enveloped everyone's ears.

No one dared to raise their head and speak.

The prolonged silence finally ignited the Cannon's furious limits.

"So none of you will tell, huh?"

Cannon's eyes were bloodshot, brimming with ferocity. He suddenly roared, "If you don't utter a sound, you're all dead!"

As his deafening roar subsided, everyone present trembled; they knew they could no longer play dumb.

Given the ruthless nature of Cannon, he absolutely means what he says, and I'm afraid none of those present today will survive.

After a brief standoff, one of the subordinates standing at the front row trembled all over, took a step forward with his head hanging low, and spoke cautiously and fearfully in a trembling voice.

"Lord Cannon, this... this really isn't our fault!"

"It was Young Master who insisted on personally leading the team out to level up. We are of lowly status and dared not utter a single word of objection! Before leaving, Young Master specifically instructed us that he would be training outside for the next few days and would not be returning to the gathering place for the time being. We did not have Young Master's contact information with any of his friends, nor could we find out his whereabouts. From beginning to end, we all thought he was peacefully leveling up outside, and had no idea that Young Master had already encountered misfortune..."

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thud suddenly rang out.

"You bastard!"

Cannon's eyes flashed with ferocity, giving the other party no chance to explain, and he threw a powerful punch. The force sent the subordinate flying, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, writhing in pain, unable even to struggle to his feet.

"Is this the kind of nonsense I want to hear?!"

The Cannon's chest heaved violently, its fury raging, and its fierce roar echoed throughout the field.

In fact, he knew his son's temperament better than anyone else: spoiled, willful, autocratic, and always doing things his own way. Most of what his subordinate said was true.

But! So what?

His only son is dead, gone forever, and will never come back!

The group of henchmen guarding the gathering place used a dismissive "I don't know" to brush off everything, attempting to absolve themselves of all guilt.

What he wanted was never this weak and feeble explanation, nor was it an excuse for these people to shirk responsibility! What he wanted was an explanation, a statement, and for someone to pay the price for his son's death!

The rest of the group watched as their subordinate, who had been sent flying by a Cannon punch and was now sprawled on the ground, vomiting blood and convulsing, was instantly gripped by fear. Everyone instinctively held their breath, their scalps tingling, and they didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

Although the Cannon is no longer at its peak, it is no longer considered one of the top players in the vast world of merged servers where powerful players gather.

But he was, after all, the undisputed number one powerhouse on the former White Nation server, with profound experience, countless kills, and formidable strength that ordinary, low-level players like them simply couldn't contend with or withstand.

That Thunder strike just now was merely a casual punch thrown in his rage, yet it was already terrifying.

Just as the entire place fell silent, everyone trembling with fear and no one daring to speak, a clear and steady footstep slowly came from behind the crowd.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw a silver-haired young man walking slowly towards them.

His long, snow-white hair fell freely, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his clear, bright blue armor covered his body. The patterns and light flowed subtly, giving him an aura of transcendence and indifference, a noble aura that was completely out of place with the chaotic and oppressive atmosphere around him.

The young man's gaze swept indifferently over the scene of fury and chaos, landing on the Cannon, whose face was contorted with rage. His tone was calm and even, yet every word clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Cannon, it's pointless for you to vent your anger on your men here. Your son has always been arrogant and stubborn. He does things his own way, and once he's made up his mind, how can these lowly subordinates stop or influence it?"

Instead of wasting your time blaming everyone here, you should immediately investigate the clues and find the real culprit who killed your son.

"Only a few days have passed since this incident, and the killer's trail has most likely not been completely erased. If you investigate sooner, you might still find something. If you delay a few more days, the clues will be completely wiped out, and there will be no witnesses or physical evidence. At that point, even if you want revenge, you won't be able to find the person."

These words immediately changed the tense atmosphere on the field.

Just moments before, Huo Pao's face was filled with violence and his eyes were blazing with Cannon. But the moment he saw who it was, the raging anger in his body seemed to freeze instantly, vanishing completely. In its place was an extreme respect and humility. The contrast between his previous and current demeanor was so striking that his subordinates were secretly terrified.

The blue-clad youth's words also served as a wake-up Cannon. This was no longer a server exclusively for the White Nation.

Instead, it's a unified Blue Star Server where four servers merged into one, and numerous heroes rose up together.

The Game Bureau is changing rapidly, with powerful figures and forces emerging one after another. In just a few days, the entire server's landscape has changed several times, a veritable transformation.

He can still gather some clues by relying on the formidable reputation he earned in the White Nation.

If this drags on any longer, it's likely that no one will care about the information he once gave them based on his reputation.

Most importantly, after a player dies, their presence, traces, and clues to past grievances will gradually disappear over time.

The longer the delay, the more difficult it will be to find the real culprit. In the end, he may not be able to find the killer of his son.

With that thought, Cannon composed himself, straightened his posture, and solemnly bowed deeply to the silver-haired, blue-clad youth in front of him.

"Thank you, Allah, for your guidance!"

The young man in blue nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Only after the enemy's figure disappeared did the Cannon's gaze return to its subordinates.

"Investigate! All of you, go and investigate! Follow the young master's trail and find out where he went and where he disappeared."

The men below finally breathed a sigh of relief; they weren't going to die again.

"Yes, sir."

The subordinates quickly responded.

"Etc."

Just as they were about to leave, they were stopped by Cannon from behind.

"Try not to alert other players when you're investigating."

Cannon instructed, still concerned.

If the murderer knows he's investigating his son's death and goes into hiding, then there's really nothing he can do.

He can no longer control the servers on Blue Star.

In many places, such as the cities of the Dragon Nation and the sphere of influence of Mirror City, he cannot run rampant at will.

He was afraid the murderer was hiding inside and wouldn't come out, so he really didn't dare go in and kill him.

"Yes, sir."

His men nodded repeatedly.

The Cannon waved its hand.

"You may all leave."

After everyone left, Cannon sighed inwardly.

"I hope the killer isn't one of those people I don't want to face."

Although that's what he thought, Cannon had a premonition.

The person who killed his son must be someone important, after all, his son had a powerful protective item that he had obtained in Mirror City.

Even so, his son was still murdered.

It's clear the killer was highly skilled.

"No matter what, anyone who dares to Cannon my son, I will make sure he gets away with it!"