Sky-shattering roars echoed in the night for nearly a quarter of an hour. For just as long, the screaming, desiccated corpse was pummeled like a punching bag.
When the final roar faded, the desiccated corpse, once seemingly impervious to all weapons, simply exploded.
The desiccated corpse... Li Jinghong had punched it again and again until it literally exploded!
"Whose corpse was this?"
"Why wasn't it cremated?"
As fragments of the corpse rained down from the sky, Li Jinghong's face was dark as he snapped out the words.
His sharp gaze swept over the nearby Inspectors, who were gathered in small groups. None of them dared to meet his eyes.
"Wu Shuo!"
"Here, sir!"
"Who was responsible?"
Wu Shuo hesitated for a moment, but then cupped his fist in a salute. "Reporting to the Thousand Households, it was the He Family. The corpse was He San!"
"Useless trash!"
"Tell He Ning to get his ass over here!"
Li Jinghong vented his fury, cursing nonstop.
