"After knowing this matter, we immediately launched an investigation, but only a single clue was left at the scene; we gained nothing!"
Liu Gengsheng finished speaking and took out a photo.
"This is the only trace left by the sword thief!"
Ye Qingfeng took it and his eyes turned cold.
The photo showed a wall, and on this wall, someone had slashed it miserably with a sword, revealing a series of crooked Chinese characters.
"Is there no one in Huaxia?"
Ye Qingfeng's lips curled slightly, his smile extremely cold.
"What an arrogant statement, no one in Huaxia? Haha!"
He suddenly laughed wildly skyward, a laugh that shook the entire office, making Liu Gengsheng look horrified, more determined to seek Ye Qingfeng's help.
"I believe you already know who did it, right?"
Ye Qingfeng's gaze fell, colder than before.
He had initially intended to return to a normal life, but that sentence instantly ignited the battle-ready blood within him.
