The room was in shambles.
Chief Tang Qing of the Qingfeng Escort Agency stood in the center of the room, his face livid. An invisible pressure emanated from him, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
His concubine, Mrs. Tang Fang, was curled up in a corner, her hair a mess.
On the bed.
A headless infant lay lifeless.
In the center of the room, the fist-sized head lay with its eyes still open, blood slowly trickling across the floor.
On the other side.
Tang Yan stood by the door, clutching two sabers, her teeth clenched. Her beautiful eyes were locked on the infant's corpse.
Tang Yan was the daughter of Tang Qing's first wife. Though only sixteen, she had already accompanied her father on escorts for many years. Forget an infant who couldn't even speak—even renowned experts of the Martial World were no match for her.
"What a family tragedy!"
"So tragic!"
"..."
The crowd outside whispered amongst themselves, their expressions varied.
