517: Chapter 510: The Work of an Acquaintance?
517: Chapter 510: The Work of an Acquaintance?
A few minutes later, outside the study in Hong Mansion.
“Bang…” A loud sound.
After a few shouts at the door went unanswered, Fang Qingshan kicked out forcefully, shattering the entire door of the study.
“Gentlemen, Master Hong has been overly tired these past few days.
It’s possible he fell asleep by accident…”
Those house servants patrolling near the study had already gathered around by this point.
They belonged to the Bloodthirsty Sect, and their actual identities were not that of house servants; they were only temporarily acting in these roles due to their mission requirements, to infiltrate Jinshan City.
Even if they hadn’t met Fang Qingshan, Zheng Donglai, and the others before, as soon as the newcomers introduced themselves, they were completely clear about their identities.
At this moment, seeing the higher-ups from within the sect bursting in furiously, the house servants were terrified, walking on thin ice, and extremely anxious.
Nonetheless, someone still spoke up, attempting to make excuses for Hong Qingtian.
After all, although Zheng Donglai, Fang Qingshan, and the others held high status, there was no direct chain of command between them.
On the other hand, Hong Qingtian had the power of life and death over them and was their true superior.
“With his strength, with such a commotion outside, he would have been instantly alerted.”
“Cooped up in the study and unwilling to come out, he’s clearly avoiding us, afraid to face us.”
Fang Qingshan, having long decided to teach Hong Qingtian a lesson, was not willing to listen to the explanations of these house servants.
He snorted disdainfully.
Then, he strode directly into the study.
Inside, the candles had long been extinguished, and the room was pitch-dark, so dark one could hardly distinguish their fingers when stretched out.
Despite this, with Fang Qingshan’s keen eyesight, just a quick scan of the room was enough for him to see Hong Qingtian, his upper body slumped over the desk, completely devoid of life.
“Old Hong is dead…” Following closely, Zheng Donglai also stepped in.
Smelling the thick scent of blood in the air, his expression changed, and he immediately relit the candles in the study.
“A fatal blow, with no signs of struggle.”
“Either the person who killed Hong Qingtian was so strong that he had no chance to resist.”
“Or, the perpetrator was an acquaintance of Hong Qingtian who, without a hint of guard, suddenly struck, delivering a palm to the top of his head.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
Looking at each other in shock, Zheng Donglai and Fang Qingshan were at a loss.
Although Hong Qingtian’s strength was not on par with theirs, he had still stepped into the Sixth Realm of Sky Control, putting him on the same level as them.
If an acquaintance was the culprit, it would be somewhat better.
If the one who killed Hong Qingtian was so powerful that he couldn’t resist, wouldn’t this mean that Fang Qingshan and Zheng Donglai might also be no match for that person?
“It’s only a small city, how could there possibly be someone in Jinshan City who could overpower Hong Qingtian without him being able to resist?”
“Right, I think so too, the one who killed Old Hong must be someone he knew.”
“He didn’t die earlier or later but just before taking action, dying here, fuck his ancestors…” Fang Qingshan cursed.
However, coming to this conclusion, the two of them felt somewhat more at ease.
“Does anyone know who Master Hong met with before he died?”
Without disturbing Hong Qingtian’s corpse, the two stepped outside with gloomy expressions.
Fang Qingshan glanced sternly at the group of house servants and asked in a deep voice.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.”
“Not long ago, he was perfectly fine.
It was only Deng Qian from the Qianjie Gang who had come over to see Master Hong and had met with him once.”
“That Deng Qian is also part of the Dark Hall, one of Master Hong’s subordinates.”
“He killed Master Hong?
Does he have the strength, to silently kill Master Hong inside the study?”
Upon learning the sudden death of Hong Qingtian, a house servant stood there dumbfounded like a wooden chicken.
They spoke over each other in a hubbub.
Is he also a member of the sect?”
“Who knows where he lives, lead the way, take me there.”
“Regardless of whether Hong Qingtian’s death is related to him, we should bring him here first and talk later.”
From the words of those house servants, Zheng Donglai, Fang Qingshan, and the others got to know quite a bit.
Having already suspected that Hong Qingtian’s murder was by someone he knew, they immediately regarded Deng Qian as a prime suspect.
“I know where Deng Qian lives, I am willing to lead you, lords, there,” quickly, among the group of house servants, someone volunteered to step forward.
Fang Qingshan, who had little interaction with Hong Qingtian, chose to stay on the spot.
As for Zheng Donglai, driven by a vengeance-filled heart, he gestured and led a few people, following the house servant out of the Mansion.
The next day, early in the morning, Chen Hai had already gotten up.
After greeting Ye Qingqing, he skipped breakfast and went straight out the door.
The Hong Mansion across the street, the situation inside appeared somewhat abnormal.
Two unfamiliar guards had been added at the Mansion’s main gate.
These two guards had penetrating gazes, and whenever someone passed by the street in front of the gate, their glinting eyes would sweep over the person.
Ordinary people might not know what happened inside the Hong Mansion, but Chen Hai was clearly not among the ordinary.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he strolled leisurely toward the direction of the Qianjie Gang’s location.
The two guards across the street gave him a few extra scrutinous looks with their probing eyes.
As if completely unaware, Chen Hai remained calm and collected.
What does the murder of Hong Qingtian by the Ghost-faced Man have to do with him, Chen Hai?
The Qianjie Gang’s location was quite a distance from the Chen Residence.
Last night, following Deng Qian, it took him nearly twenty minutes to rush here from the Qianjie Gang’s base.
Twenty minutes may not seem long, but last night, Deng Qian was flying at speeds of dozens or hundreds of kilometers per hour at full speed.
In broad daylight, so as not to alarm the world, if Chen Hai were to walk over leisurely , it would take him at least an hour to reach the Qianjie Gang.
Finally, Ye Qingqing had a hope of Cultivation.
In Chen Hai’s heart, nothing was more important than Ye Qingqing’s Cultivation.
In Jinshan City, the people from the Bloodthirsty Sect that Chen Hai knew of were none other than Hong Qingtian and only Deng Qian from the Qianjie Gang.
Of course, those house servants in the Hong Mansion, he had chosen to selectively ignore.
In his eyes, these house servants might have some connection with the Bloodthirsty Sect, but the things they knew were certainly very limited.
He wanted to confirm whether the painting with a blot of tainted blood was indeed a Bloodthirsty Sect’s tool for testing talent.
Naturally, it would be more appropriate to directly seek out Deng Qian.