Wang Fu was dead.
He had died on the way to report to the Mystic Spirit Department of the Sky Patrol Division.
Neither the Wang Family nor the Mystic Spirit Department could accept this.
The Wang Family dispatched a large number of people to investigate.
But the murderer had been far too professional, leaving behind not the slightest trace.
Song Lingzi, sent by the Mystic Spirit Department, was a complete mole. He looked diligent enough, but in truth, he had been slacking off the entire time.
Inside an imposing manor in Shanhe Prefecture City.
Bang!
An expensive teacup was viciously smashed against the floor, exploding into countless porcelain shards.
"Trash!!!"
"So many days have passed, and you still haven't uncovered a single clue?!"
The Wang Family Head—Wang Fu's father, Wang Haizhao—looked at the people before him and roared hysterically.
The Wang Family members were so frightened that they did not dare make a sound, trembling like leaves.
"Family Head, the murderer burned every trace."
"At present, we can only start by investigating whom the young master might have offended."
Wang Ce, who was in charge of the investigation, could only steel himself and speak.
"So what exactly have you found?"
Wang Haizhao demanded loudly.
"The young master was accustomed to acting alone. I investigated for several days, but truly found nothing."
Wang Ce shook his head.
"Hmph, what a pack of trash."
"And that so-called Sky Patrol Division too."
"They're all a pack of trash!"
"I'll have to investigate it myself."
"Now get the hell out of here."
Wang Haizhao viciously flipped over a table.
Hearing this, Wang Ce and the others instead let out long sighs of relief and hurriedly left the hall.
Wang Haizhao sat alone in the hall, his anger still far from spent.
A still-charming middle-aged