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Theoretically, that ill-reputed Demigod did have the possibility of being shot dead with a single bullet.
But if Herrom really died under this revolver, where is the body?
Looking at Old Master Knight in front of him, Fu Qian fell into a deep thought for a moment.
He had already observed the surroundings earlier and found no traces of blood or anything of the sort.
Even if it had been cleaned up afterward, a Demigod's corpse wouldn't leave no trace at all.
And as he had walked all the way here, there was no sense of supernatural power throughout the entire manor.
No, that's not exactly true.
To be precise, there was a trace right in front of him.
Fu Qian glanced at the white frost on the ground, then his gaze settled on the top of Knight's head.
It was odd that Knight was indoors yet wearing a black top hat—something felt slightly off about it.
"Do you drink?"
