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The night was abuzz with chaos: the pounding of boots, the clinking of scabbards, the crackling of torches, and murmurs all tangled into one mess.
After a while, Flying Thunder, jet-black with two snowy hooves raised high, let out a whinny that cut through the noise. Li Yan sat on the horse, the severed head of Supervisor Guo dangling at his waist.\ He cast a cold glance down at the government officials surrounding the pale-faced Li Wuyi and, flicking the reins, galloped off towards the Dragon Tiger Office.
"Sir, Supervisor Guo's body?"
Li Wuyi had yet to calm down. The glance Li Yan spared him before leaving sent shivers down his spine. He had thought he was dealing with a lesser of two evils, but little did he know he'd summoned a fierce and ferocious spirit.
