By the time Julius Reed arrived with Night Fairy, they only saw five corpses left on the ground.
There was also blood that hadn't dried yet.
Papers were scattered all over the place, and although they had been sorted through, they still looked messy.
"Who did this."
Looking at the Young Master's body, whose eyes would not close even in death, Julius Reed's brow furrowed slightly.
The most important clue was gone.
He had intended to capture the Young Master and pry open his mouth to learn a thing or two about The North Sea's secrets.
But now, the dead were destined to remain silent.
"Windy Johnson."
Templeton Lena said somewhat angrily, "I had hoped to keep that old fellow alive, but who knew Windy Johnson was so ruthless and decisive, that to leave no survivors, he actually slashed and killed the Young Master with one strike!"
He was angry every time he spoke of this matter.
