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Everyone's gaze landed squarely on Yang Ling.

Word of Yang Ling's impressive track record in Changhe Prefectural Capital had reached even the most ordinary constables.

They also wanted to see whether this man could spot something from the corpses of Kong Xinghu and Blood Hand Scholar that others had missed.

"In my view, the thug who killed Director Kong has a cultivation level of at least Middle Fifth-Rank."

Xu Wenjun's eyes flickered with a trace of contempt.

Anyone could tell that much.

"And this thug must be highly skilled in close combat, with unstoppable leg techniques."

Yang Ling pointed at the multiple wounds on Kong Xinghu's body:

"Look at these injuries, they weren't caused by blades or swords, nor by fists or palms, they were kicked into him with sheer force."