Chapter 149 - 148 Yanhuang Group Arrives (Happy New Year)
In the office of the Modu Police Chief.
Ye Futu was fiercely puffing on a cigarette, his face etched with solemnity. The ashtray on his desk overflowed with cigarette butts, a testament to his troubled mood.
In front of Ye Futu, Xue Bing, dressed in a police uniform, was reporting the results of the investigation with focused attention.
"Chief, after our initial inspection, we can confirm that the victims died around seven in the evening. Without exception each of them died from a suddenly twisted throat without being detected, and their outside bodyguards knew nothing. From the analysis of the deaths, these people likely did not know who the murderer was, otherwise, their eyes would have shown not fear, but astonishment."
"Additionally, some people died in car accidents on the way home due to sudden tire blowouts, resulting in the vehicles losing control. Beside these people, a stack of documents was always found. After our investigation and considering the cases over the past few years, all these documents proved to be authentic without a trace of falsehood. Moreover, we found that all these people belonged to the White Tiger Hall."
Xue Bing slowly closed the folder in her hand. She felt no pity for the dead; in her eyes, they wholly deserved their fate, and their deaths served as just resolution.
"Chief, what should we do next? The person who attacked the White Tiger Hall this time must be an Ancient Martial Artist. If we rashly take action and it really was an Ancient Martial Artist, not only will we fail to catch the culprit, but we will increase unnecessary casualties."
Xue Bing analyzed calmly. Although she tended to be impulsive and hated evil, she was not a fool. The fact that someone could infiltrate the villas and kill the targets without alerting well-trained bodyguards attested to the murderer’s strong capability.
Most officers of the Modu Police Station were ordinary people, or special forces soldiers turned police officers—not Ancient Martial Artists. Facing an Ancient Martial Artist, they would likely be killed without a chance to resist.
"What to do? Inform everyone that we will not make a move," Ye Futu took a heavy drag of his cigarette, his voice deep and resolute.
"Not make a move?" Xue Bing looked puzzled, not understanding why they should take such action.