"As the head of Yuan Financial Group in this region, I have always held the Academy in high regard,"
Without further ado, Jia Yi, the person in charge, led Fu Qian and another person inside to a chaotic murder scene strewn with debris.
"So, when we rashly ask for the Academy's assistance, please believe that we are not making an unreasonable fuss."
As Jia Yi spoke, he unzipped a body bag.
Hisss!
Almost instantly, Fu Qian heard Lanaia in front of him gasp for air.
Inside the body bag was a bloodied, unrecognizable corpse.
From top to bottom, the body was covered in crisscrossing wounds, its original appearance almost indiscernible.
Most of the bones were likely broken—was the perpetrator making minced meat?
After a quick glance at the wounds, Fu Qian understood why Lanaia reacted the way she did.
Although there were countless gashes, they were clearly made by sharp blades...
Sword wounds?
