The night was like a curtain, dotted with twinkling stars.
Ye Xuan stood on the Jianghai Bridge, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes, star-like, slightly hazy.
Ye Xuan was a man of principle, one who reciprocated kindness and avenged wrongs. When he had been gravely ill, Xia Qiu had personally waived various medical fees for him, a favor he had always kept in his heart.
He did not know what kind of people the siblings of the Li Family were, but to Ye Xuan, it was irrelevant. In his view, all troubles stemmed from these siblings; by eliminating them completely, the problems would naturally disappear.
Perhaps some might consider Ye Xuan a brute, but four years of experience had taught him that when one's power transcends the Mortal World, all schemes and intrigues are mere jokes in the face of absolute strength.
The cold wind blew, lifting strands of Ye Xuan's hair, and roused him from his deep thoughts.
"January 13, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, just three days away, Mom, will you really appear?" Ye Xuan murmured to himself.
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was Ye Xuan's birthday. According to Xia Qiu, his mother would sweep his ancestral grave on his birthday every year, and he would surely see her then.
Dispelling the turmoil in his mind, Ye Xuan took a step forward and vanished from the Jianghai Bridge like a streak of light.
At the same time.
The scene of the death of the Li Family siblings was chaotic; the shrill sounds of police sirens were heard as a yellow barrier tape enclosed the area. Several constables, with solemn expressions, constantly investigated the scene.
"Who died, and are there any clues?"
A police car arrived at the scene, and a tall female constable stepped out, her form-fitting uniform emphasized her curvaceous figure.
Her skin was as fair as snow, her features picturesque, complemented by an expression that seldom smiled, giving her an aura of cold, stunning beauty.
"Chief, it's... it's the Li Family siblings!" a constable said gravely.
"Which siblings from the Li Family?"
"Hmm? Could it be...?"
Liu Jundie's expression faltered, and without waiting for an answer from her subordinates, she quickly entered the murder scene.
"Hisss!"
Despite being accustomed to murder scenes, Liu Jundie couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the dismembered bodies of the Li Family siblings and several security guards who had died gruesomely at the scene.
"The siblings from Kai Sheng Group's Li Family?"
"Hmph, good riddance."
Having recovered from her initial shock, Liu Jundie coldly snorted aloud, making the nearby coroner hesitate to respond, as the Li Family was powerful, and except for the woman before him, who would dare to speak ill of them.
"Arrest officer Liu, here is the autopsy report, please have a look," the coroner handed a document to Liu Jundie.
As Liu Jundie took the autopsy report, five minutes passed before her brows furrowed tightly and she looked up at the coroner, "How is this possible, are you sure there's no mistake?"
According to the autopsy report, the Li Family siblings had died from blade wounds, beheaded with a single strike. This was not what surprised Liu Jundie, but rather the extremely bizarre deaths of several bodyguards, killed by bullets from their own guns.
The bodyguards were all retired special forces, who could possibly have taken their guns and then shot each one of them?
"Chief, this… this is the road surveillance footage."
As another constable played a segment of the surveillance video, Liu Jundie felt increasingly uneasy.
In the video, obscured by snowfall, it was difficult to discern the murderer's face. What terrified Liu Jundie the most was that, despite the bodyguards firing together, they all fell to the ground within seconds, while the murderer remained unharmed.
"Due to the heavy snow, the surveillance footage is very blurry. We don't know what method the murderer used to kill, and the murder weapon was not found at the scene," the coroner solemnly added.
"Has the Li Family been informed?" Liu Jundie asked, setting down the autopsy report in her hand.
"They have been informed, and the head of the Li Family is on his way," replied a constable.
Sizzle!
A flurry of abrupt braking sounds came from beyond the police cordon. A luxurious limousine opened and a 50-year-old man in a Tang suit, using a dragon-headed cane, stepped out with several bodyguards in tow, walking towards Liu Jundie.
"Hello, Arrest Officer Liu, I would like to see the bodies of my children," stated Li Zongshan, his face calm, but his clenched hand on the cane betrayed bulging veins, clearly showing his inner turmoil.
"Please."
Although Liu Jundie did not like the Li Family, as a constable, it was her duty to let the family members confirm the identities of the victims.
As Li Zongshan entered the scene with his bodyguards, his body staggered slightly when he saw the horrific scene of the Li siblings' deaths. He steadied himself and stared intently at everything in front of him, as if etching the scene deep into his mind.
"Oof!"
Li Zongshan leaned on his dragon-headed cane and took a deep breath, then turned to Liu Jundie and said, "I have lost three beloved sons in a month, I entrust this case to the Suspended Mirror Department."
Li Zongshan bowed to Liu Jundie and then left with his bodyguards, not looking back at the bodies of the Li siblings again.
Watching Li Zongshan's retreating figure, Liu Jundie frowned deeply, a heavy look crossing her eyes.
"This Jiangnan's sky is going to change!" Liu Jundie murmured.
The saying goes that a biting dog doesn't bark, and this was true of Li Zongshan. Being able to control his emotions even when his children were killed, he was undoubtedly the most terrifying type of person.
...
The luxurious limousine moved slowly along the road.
Inside the car, Li Zongshan was resting with his eyes closed, his lips trembling involuntarily and his aged hand gripping his dragon-headed cane tightly, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
"Notify Wu Jun, tell him to come see me," Li Zongshan said when he opened his eyes again, his face contorted fiercely, his voice hungry for vengeance.
"Ol... Old master... you mustn't..." the bodyguard by his side advised, his face turning pale.
"Shut up, my Li Family line is already extinct, what do I have to fear?" Li Zongshan roared like a mad dog, his eyes blood-red.
"Yes, master."
Faced with the raging Li Zongshan, the bodyguard did not dare contradict him and directly dialed the satellite phone.
...
Jiangnan City, Beishan Cemetery.
Beishan Cemetery, located in the north of Jiangnan City, was transformed from a desolate hill, usually bustling with visitors during Qingming Festival and Spring Festival.
However, it was now the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, and no one was in Beishan Cemetery. Even the caretakers preferred to hide inside their houses, drinking warm liquor to stave off the cold.
In the blizzard, amidst rows of tombstones, a lone figure walked toward a particular tombstone, eventually stopping before it.
Ye Xuan's tomb, erected by Han Qiuyun.
The tombstone was cold, black with white inscriptions. Ye Xuan stared quietly at the tombstone, allowing the wind and snow to batter him, yet his figure stood unwavering.
Han Qiuyun, that was the name of Ye Xuan's mother.
Tomorrow would be the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Xuan's birthday, and he stood in front of the tombstone, quietly waiting for his mother's arrival.