Li Ang and He Fanshuang exchanged glances, their eyes full of disgust as they looked at the Throat Brush.
He knew the lifestyles of the elite were decadent and indulged in excessive luxury, but he had not expected such rotten and corrupt behavior, to the extent of being worse than animals.
Thinking back to the tenant farmers with their gaunt faces and skinny frames at the farmstead, Li Ang said indifferently, "Feeding him to death really would've been letting him off easy."
The servant's face turned embarrassed, not daring to interject. The soldiers from the Xingzhou Town Commandery chuckled and asked with clasped hands, "Young master, do you need us to bring in Gao Fuyun's family for questioning?"
Li Ang waved his hand. "Hadn't you asked them before? Gao Fuyun hasn't seen any strange people lately or encountered anything unusual. Since that's the case, there's no need..." Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air came from afar.
