In the height of summer, the sun rose early.
Quan Xiaobai was accustomed to such days; at the break of dawn, when the sky was still dim, he was already awake.
After packing his bag and carefully covering any traces around him, he looked around to ensure nothing unexpected had happened. Then, he made a hand seal and recited a spell, saying, "Swift!"
Bang!
With a thought, the coverings on the Iron Corpse flew off, and it stood upright, bouncing over in front of him.
Looking at the Iron Corpse before him, he sighed inwardly and once again apologized to the Zhang Family.
Despite the lingering scent of blood from its last murder, Quan Xiaobai didn't even frown; instead, he felt a bit of tenderness in his heart: "Forward, Swift!"
...
After the emergency meeting, the police teams started their actions.
