It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Looking at his underlings who were even angrier than him, Brother Long calmly said, "That murderer killed more than 300 members of the Min family in the inland area, and the inland police haven't even figured out her identity."

As soon as he said that, the shouts of the underlings below stopped, and the space became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, someone whispered, "Could it be that the inland police are just too incompetent?"

Soon someone chimed in, "Yes, that must be it. After all, I've heard that people inland are starving, so how can the police have the strength to arrest people on an empty stomach?"

Brother Long glanced at the two people who were talking, his eyes filled with disdain. "Idiots."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" one of the men in the crowd shouted at them. "If the inland police were useless, would they be making these dogs so angry?"

Their Flying Dragon Gang has some business dealings with the Japanese, and they've heard about the large number of Japanese spies that have been eliminated in the mainland.

"And are you all blind? The inland areas are no longer poor. Haven't you seen how many wealthy people in Hong Kong are using connections to try and sign orders with their factories in the inland areas?"

Brother Long gave his capable subordinate an approving look.

"Alright, that's enough. Leave the catching of the murderer to the police department. Just do your jobs."

"Everyone, get out!"

After his henchmen left, Brother Long's calm expression vanished, replaced by a look of sadness and exhaustion.

While I don't have a deep-seated liking for Min Miaomiao, I do have some feelings for her.

It's impossible not to feel sad when you think about how the woman you were having sex with yesterday is now a cold, lifeless corpse.

But, to avenge her?

He did want to.

But there's a prerequisite for avenging her: knowing the person's identity is essential. You have to know your enemy and yourself before you can act.

Of course, he had such concerns. In general, Min Miaomiao was not that important to him, and not worth gambling with the entire Flying Dragon Gang.

……

Bijinshan

闵家

At this moment, the patriarch of the Min family, the father of Min Chao and Min Fu, and the grandfather of Min Miaomiao, sat on the sofa, leaning on his cane with one hand, exuding a fierce aura.

Standing before him were his eldest son, Min Fu, who was gritting his teeth; his eldest grandson, Min Chi, whose fists were clenched; and his second grandson, Min Yi, whose eyes were bloodshot.

Since Min Miaomiao's body was discovered, the entire Min family has been shrouded in immense grief.

Upon hearing this, Min Fu's wife fainted and remains unconscious to this day.

The funeral arrangements for Min Miaomiao were handled by a steward surnamed Du from the Min family.

After a long silence in the living room, the old man slammed his cane down heavily and said, "Go and issue a reward. As long as the murderer is caught, the Min family will reward him with ten million incense coins."

Min Chi looked up, his eyes filled with hatred. "Grandpa, I'll take care of it right away."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

The old man then looked at his second grandson and instructed him, "Ayi, don't go out until the murderer is caught."

Min Yi pursed his lips and nodded, "Grandpa, I understand."

The old man turned his gaze to Min Fu, "Find a way to send someone to the inland to inquire about the Jiazigou people. I don't believe that so many people have been killed."

"Yes, son, I'll go right away."

As Min Fu turned to leave, the old man added, "Also, have someone go to the police station to inquire about the killer."

Min Fu didn't say anything, just nodded, and walked away.

Only the grandfather and grandson remained in the living room.

Min Yi sat down next to the old man, took his hand in hers, and said, "Grandpa..."

The old man covered his hand with his other hand and patted it. "Ayi, don't be afraid. Not just anyone can break into Bijin Mountain. You'll be fine as long as you don't go out."

The seventeen-year-old boy squinted and suggested, "Grandpa, should we hire more gangsters to guard the area?"

Guarding?

no.

He wanted to invite more people to wait for the murderer to come to his doom.

He wasn't angry that the murderer killed the Min family from the inland, nor did he hate the murderer who killed his second uncle's family.

But since she killed her own sister, he wanted to tear her to pieces.

"No, that won't do!" The old man shook his head.

"Why is it not allowed and why can't it be done?" Min Yi didn't understand what his grandfather meant.

The old man explained, "It's not just the Min family that lives on Bijin Mountain. There are many people more powerful than the Min family. If we bring up a lot of gangsters, they will definitely have objections."

Min Yi glanced outside, "Those Six Flying Dragons gang members outside..."

"Six people isn't much." The old man leaned back, his entire back sinking into the sofa.

"Given what your second uncle's family went through, everyone can understand and has no objections."

Min Yi nodded as if he understood.

Suddenly, crying was heard from upstairs. The grandmother and grandson looked up.

The old man patted Min Yi on the shoulder, "Go up and see your mother."

"Hmm." Min Yi got up and went upstairs.

After Min Yi went upstairs, the old man moved to the side and picked up the phone to make a call.

"Master Huang..."

……

As night fell and the moon rose high in the sky, Yun left the space, used his mental energy to check the route, and chose a path to head towards the nearest villa.

As she walked, she seemed to think of something and released her mental energy to its maximum, scanning the entire Bijin Mountain.

Apart from the villa she visited last night, she scanned the remaining villas one by one with her mental power.

My eyes lit up when I saw white lanterns hanging in a villa.

Then I saw a woman in a room upstairs in the villa, holding a photo frame and silently weeping.

Yun Li took a closer look at the photo in the frame; it was of Min Miaomiao.

It's confirmed, this is the Min family's house. No need to search house by house anymore.

Since this was the target family, Yun Li observed them carefully.

Upon closer inspection, her expression turned amused. Not only were there bodyguards in the Min family's courtyard, but there were also two old Taoist priests sitting there.

One had a full black beard, and the other had a full white beard.

They all looked to be in their sixties or seventies.

Yun Li thought to herself, "Did they hire someone to deal with her?"

Remembering Mu Qian's words about the powerful Taoist arts in Xiangcheng, she became more vigilant and dropped her previous relaxed demeanor.

After finding the right route, Yun Li headed towards the Min residence.

In the Min family courtyard, two old Taoist priests were sitting cross-legged together.

The black-bearded man asked the white-bearded man, "Senior brother, do you think this murderer might have special abilities?"

Whitebeard seemed to be rather aloof, and he didn't respond to his junior brother's words, remaining calm and collected with his eyes closed.

The man with the black beard didn't mind and continued talking to himself, "He killed hundreds of people and wasn't caught. He must be very capable."

"By the way, senior brother, isn't there a special department in the inland areas? They say the people there are incredibly powerful, why haven't they made a move?"

"So even after making a move, they still couldn't catch him?"

"If we make a move and still fail to catch them, then we probably can't win either."

"Sigh, this money is really hard to earn."