At the moment when Lin Dong and War God Hei Long were engulfed by anger and sorrow, a faint sign of life, like a glimmer in the dark night, quietly caught their attention.
In the corner of Sister Ah-Sheng's chaotic bedroom, a figure was curled up, tightly bound by thick ropes; it was Sister Ah-Sheng's husband.
His entire body had no patch of intact skin, crisscrossed with scars, stained with blood, his breath so weak it could be easily overlooked, as if he might dissipate into the wind at any moment.
Lin Dong's heart tightened immediately, realizing that this man was a crucial key to unraveling this tragedy and the guide on their path to revenge.
He quickly stepped forward, while War God Hei Long stood by vigilantly, guarding against any unforeseen events.
Lin Dong's hands moved gently and swiftly over the man's body, beginning to examine his injuries.
