The rain had stopped and the wind had calmed. The lights of the villa were still blazing brightly, yet a generation's Gambling King had met his demise in the Netherworld. The goddess, adored and coveted by countless men, had perished tragically—whipped to death, tortured to death.
This outcome might have been a great shock to the elite circles of the Macau Earth Realm, but to those familiar with Qin Fan, it was no surprise at all.
Stepping out of the Li Family's Mountain Villa, Qin Fan looked out at the flashing police lights. Their sirens wailed relentlessly, but in half an hour, they had failed to traverse the less-than-a-kilometer-long road to the villa grounds. It was a testament to the extraordinary power of Lai Zhuge's disorienting Ghost Wall Array.
"Lai Shenxiang, dispel it. Someone has to collect the bodies, after all," Qin Fan said lightly, watching the police cars drive around in circles.
"Yes, Master Qin!"
