The name that came from the Night Police's mouth seemed to be a taboo that the Mountain Lord could not touch. His hand directly grabbed the Night Police's head, his five fingers clamping down on the Night Police's skin like iron pincers.
Strange black patterns surged on the Mountain Lord's neck, and his eyes, under the bronze mask, were instantly occupied by malice.
"An Luan, our Night Police investigated thoroughly. It was you who killed your wife and daughter that day! There wasn't any mob attack; it was all just a reason for you to join Wansheng. You would do anything to climb higher, you're just a mad dog willing to eat even your own family's corpses to survive!"
"Bang!"
Flesh and blood splattered on the walls of the residential house, and a headless body slowly fell.
A few seconds later, the Mountain Lord stepped on the blood and the Night Police's uniform and walked out of the house. A subordinate who had followed him for a long time was respectfully waiting outside.
