Outside the window, daylight had fully broken.
Chen Mo rolled his somewhat stiff neck, a trace of gloom between his brows.
Last night's grand fusion plan had failed, just as expected.
So for the latter half of the night, he had honestly focused on refining Killing Intent and given up on Yellow Springs True Water.
That thing probably would not have any chance of successfully fusing until the middle or later stages.
At noon, several corpses were pulled from Blackwater Shore by fishermen.
For a time, news of the Green Gang's destruction spread throughout all of Linhe County.
Every teahouse and tavern along the streets was abuzz with talk of it.
Blending into the crowd of onlookers, Chen Mo slowly ambled to the entrance of the Green Gang's headquarters.
The crowd surrounded the place three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside, all standing on tiptoe to peer within.
A crude cloth screen had already been put up in the courtyard, concealing the scene inside.
Several patrol officers stood guard at the entrance, expressionless and deaf to the spectators' whispered discussions.
Chen Mo watched from behind the crowd for a few moments, then turned around and slowly made his way back the way he had come, no different from the idle layabouts on the street with nothing better to do after filling their bellies.
Just as he rounded a street corner, a delicate-featured woman approached from ahead.
She wore a plain student uniform: a moon-white blouse and a navy-blue skirt.
Her glossy black hair was braided into a long plait that hung over her chest, its tip tied with a plain white satin ribbon. Her whole person was as clean and clear as a curve of autumn water.
A dark blue canvas shoulder bag hung from her arm, stuffed