Chapter Twenty-Six: Motive for Murder

At midnight, police lights flashed below Fenghui Tower.

Six days earlier, at noon, a man had died here after falling from the rooftop terrace. He was Yuan Yi, a psychologist at the Muyuan Psychological Clinic, and the cause of death had still not been determined.

Six nights later, another man fell to his death. This time, however, he did not come down from the terrace, but from inside the building, plunging through the hollow of the stairwell from the thirteenth floor to the first and dying on the spot. The dead man was named Zhou Yi, also a psychologist at Muyuan Clinic and Yuan Yi’s colleague.

The police swiftly launched an investigation. Through interviews, questioning, surveillance checks, and a series of other measures, they confirmed that Zhou Yi had fallen from the thirteenth floor. Before long, the preliminary scene report was in: no traces were found in the area where he fell...

Then he saw Zheng Yi charge straight at him without dodging or flinching. Joy lit his face, and he once again increased the force in his hand. The whole war hammer came crashing down on Zheng Yi with devastating might.

Earlier, Maria on the hospital bed had been unwilling to ask her husband, Andrew Desai, about anything at all. But now, with her body as healthy as her mind, a topic she had kept buried in her heart for many years began to rise to the surface.

In cruder, blunter terms, Desai simply did not want to play the role of that pitiful Polish king, trapped between Prussia, Russia, and Austria, and then, after 1814, to suffer the fate of being ravaged and carved up by a host of burly men.

After dealing with Golden Lion Shiki, Li Lin came to Luffy’s side again. By then, once Luffy realized Li Lin had no intention of making a move against him, he immediately returned to his usual carefree self, chattering away happily.

“All right, all right. How about ten thousand reward points a day?” Shao Feng clicked his tongue softly. At the moment, cooperation was undoubtedly the best choice. To put it bluntly, they were the ones in the wrong here; without meaning to, they had dragged Zheng Yi into this, and that was hardly fair.

Just as he was about to speak, Mei Rou suddenly reached out and covered his mouth. A strange expression flickered through her eyes. From Bao Bei’s understanding of her, he knew that most of the expression on Mei Rou’s face came from her heart.

Leaving aside the F-marked cloaks, the flaming crosses, the executioner’s scythes, the bloodline curse talismans, the deserter’s arrest warrants, and the like printed on them... the sight made Zheng Yi feel as if he wanted to turn around and walk away. Yet there was one thing here that made him hold back.

Chu Mei was not in the mood to speak either. Her thoughts were a little chaotic, full of doubt and hesitation, and she did not know what to do.

Chen Xi would never take advantage of someone in distress. Since he had confirmed that Zhao Qingyao was Zhao Taici’s senior martial sister, he naturally would not do anything so shameless as to loot a burning house.

Chu Mingqiu nodded repeatedly. Shu Man told him to wait here, then turned and went inside. Chu Mingqiu was a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do; he could only wait.

This made them look once more at Lin Fei, who was flying against the scorching windstorm inside the halo, and unknowingly a trace of reverence had crept into their eyes.

Last time, he and Wang Biao had schemed together against Lin Fei. Because Wang Biao had investigated Lin Fei’s background, he had told him everything, including the fact that Lin Fei had come from Mount Kunlun and was staying at the Li family home.

When they reached the Lu residence, someone had already reported back to Madam Lu. She personally came out to welcome Yingchun, and after the two exchanged courtesies, Madam Lu took Yingchun by the hand and led her toward the inner courtyard.

“Since we’re brothers, I’ll take you back. Don’t refuse again.” After saying this, Lin Fei directly pushed Ding Shaocong into the jeep.

Nangong Boyi reached out and patted Su Molun on the shoulder. Everyone knew perfectly well what was going on with Su Molun. But as brothers, there were times when they simply did not know what to say. Because they knew each other too well, they did not know how to comfort him.

The Great Way numbers fifty; Heaven’s changing patterns count forty-nine; man escapes through the one. That “one” also means a sliver of hope.

Madam Liang was just about to speak when a noise came from outside. Immediately afterward, a maid lifted the curtain and ushered in First Madam Liang and Second Madam Liang together. Since the two ladies had arrived, they naturally had to pay their respects to Old Madam Liang and greet Third Madam Liang in return, and so Third Madam Liang’s words were interrupted by their arrival.

Mo Di pondered for a moment. The murderous light in his eyes suddenly surged, and the butcher’s blade, no one knew when, was already in his hand as he raised it high and brought it down toward Mu Tian.