As the last words fell, there was a heavy silence in the An Family’s living room; even the sound of a needle dropping could be distinctly heard.
Old Master An, An Zisheng, and others’ faces grew darker and darker, their whole presence like overhanging storm clouds, radiating with a low pressure.
"Hmph! Outrageous! The Tutian Family has utterly lost their minds!"
After a while, Old Master An slammed the table fiercely, shattering the pear wood tea table into pieces in an instant, enough to imagine the extent of his rage.
"No, this is no trivial matter. I must prepare and take a trip with Old Gu to the higher-ups."
An Yiqing hurriedly grabbed Old Master An who was rising to his feet, "Grandfather, please be patient.
"We don’t have solid evidence on this matter yet. Let Ah Lin and me interrogate those masked men we caught yesterday before we jump to conclusions."
Old Master An pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement, "You’re right, Niuniu, I was blinded by anger just now. But those masked men, they look controlled, will we be able to get anything out of them?"
An Yiqing gave a cold smile, her words full of deep meaning, "I have no expectation that they would tell the truth. Sometimes, dead men are more honest than the living!"
Thirteen Blood Generals Mansion; having said goodbye to the An Family, An Yiqing and Gu Yelin arrived here.
The entire night before, the Thirteen Blood Generals and the Feng Family Five Brothers had stayed awake, and even "Red Thorn" Tan Yulin and Chiang Yi had sent people to stand guard, all to prevent the possibility of accomplices coming to rescue the black-clad, masked men.
Fortunately, the night passed without incident.
"Ah Feng, how’s the situation? How many did we capture alive?" An Yiqing entered the mansion and got straight to the point, heading briskly toward the basement.
"Miss, we captured five alive. The rest are dead," An Zhifeng followed behind An Yiqing, reporting as they walked, "The arms and legs of these few living are all gone, only their bodies are left. The scene is a bit gruesome; perhaps, Miss, you shouldn’t go in. It’s quite sickening."
An Yiqing could naturally imagine the horrific state of those men. Last night, out of over a hundred black-clad, masked men, they had torn apart more than ninety; the scene could rightly be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Otherwise, how could those high society nobles have been scared into fainting on the spot!
"It doesn’t matter, I made it through yesterday’s situation, just a few cripples, it’s nothing."
While speaking, An Yiqing, Gu Yelin, and An Zhifeng had already quickly reached the end of the basement. When this mansion was designed, An Yiqing had specifically installed a high-tech, well-equipped cell here, from which even a highly skilled expert would absolutely not be able to escape.
At this moment, the prison faintly reeked of blood and decay, and even though An Yiqing had just arrived at the entrance, the smell was already unmistakably strong.
An Yiqing frowned, thinking to herself that the bodies of these masked men were decaying faster than she had anticipated.
An Zhifeng stepped forward, opening the prison cell door through a series of procedures involving fingerprint and password, without a second thought, An Yiqing walked in.
Inside the prison, no, it should be said to be a white room.
The room was surrounded by soft, cushioned pads, and the floor was also soft. This was to prevent the prisoners from committing suicide by smashing their heads against the wall. On one side of the wall, there were several thick iron chains embedded; one end of the chains was tied to the masked men they had captured yesterday.
At this time, these men had already lost the fierceness they had the day before; their current state was truly pitiful. Each one of them had all of their limbs completely chopped off, leaving behind only bloodied stumps and a small torso.