In the dark, narrow alleyway, beyond the range of an ordinary person's sense of smell, there lingered a faint residual scent of blood. It was the same bloodiness as that in the box. Within the perception of his powerful Knight consciousness, Zhang Tie darted through the alleys at high speed, tracking the source of that scent.
Zhang Tie was beginning to regret it slightly. Had he known that bastard named Lai An would do such a thing, would vent his anger on people who had nothing to do with him, he should have chopped off Lai An's head back at the tavern.
The fact that he could make Ampton City's police come forward as his lackeys showed just how powerful the force behind that man was.
But no matter what, Lai An was already a dead man in Zhang Tie's eyes. Whoever dared stand in his way could go die alongside that mad dog Lai An.
Killing intent surged in Zhang Tie's eyes. His mind was made up.
Just half an hour later, Zhang Tie arrived at a hidden corner within a slum. On the ground lay a pool of blood and a torn waterproof rain cape—this should have been where those people had cut off that little boy's arm. Not seeing the little boy's corpse here, Zhang Tie let out a slight breath of relief. The scent of blood had become even stronger here. He inspected the ground, then followed the traces on it and another trail of blood scent... Fifteen minutes later, at a corner of a garbage dump amid a cluster of low shanties one kilometer east of where he had first encountered the little boy, Zhang Tie found him.
The little boy was drenched from head to toe. Curled up beneath the bushes of a