Lin Kuang paid no attention to Kenya's death and turned to leave, as he could already hear the wail of police sirens. Someone in the affluent neighborhood—or perhaps several people—had obviously called the police, but that no longer had anything to do with him. With that in mind, he quickened his pace, hoping to get back to the Liu Family's home before they arrived. It was exactly ten o'clock at night.
Liu Shilin and the Witch were standing outside, their gazes fixed on the rising flames in the distance. Their intuition told them this incident had to be related to Lin Kuang. Just then, he happened to return, his clothes covered in dust, which only confirmed their suspicions.
"Lin Kuang, you're finally back! Quick, let's get inside before we talk," Liu Shilin said, her face etched with worry.
