The mountain where their employer's grandfather lay buried had no name. Compared to the mountains in Beitai City that had been developed into tourist attractions, it was hardly worth mentioning.
Unlike Shannan City, the coastal city of Beitai had only a handful of mountains.
Chen Miao therefore suspected that interference from the Xiong Family was part of the reason this mountain had never been developed into an attraction.
But Chen Miao had another question: just how deep had their employer's grandfather's coffin been buried, that someone could dig another grave on top of his without unearthing it?
It was already four in the afternoon, though, and their priority was finding that coffin, so they did not visit the grandfather's grave.
Before long, halfway up the mountain, Xiong Jie's men found the place where they had dumped the coffin.
It was indeed a mountain gully.
Looking down from above, the vertical drop was roughly ten meters.
They could also see the coffin below, mostly obscured by trees.
Xiong Jie and his bodyguards stayed up above, while Chen Miao and the other four headed down into the gully.
Only when they reached the spot did they realize something was wrong.
The coffin was of mediocre quality and had broken upon impact after being thrown down.
Not only had the coffin itself split, but a third of its lid had landed several meters away.
Hua Jianming had a bad feeling when he saw this.
He walked over and looked inside. Sure enough, the body was gone!
Through the opening in the coffin, Hua Jianming spotted a clear drag mark.
He immediately told the others to stand back.
Following the trail, he went looking for the body.
Chen Miao followed behind Hua Jianming with a complicated look in his eyes.
On his way down,