In the room, due to Fang Hu's sudden rise, the table shattered into fragments under his aura, the crisp sound of splintering particularly jarring in the silent space.
This noise jolted Liu Cheng from his thoughts.
A trace of confusion flashed in Liu Cheng's eyes: "Mr. Fang, the Qin An you asked us to investigate is heading towards the Thunderfire Sect, could it be... you have old grudges with him?"
Fang Hu sneered coldly and sat heavily back into the master's chair: "He killed a Poison Pill Master, do you think that's not a grudge?"
Liu Cheng's eyes widened, his pupils contracted suddenly: "That copper Prefecture General sure is audacious!"
He knew well that although Poison Pill Masters were like rats in the streets, shunned by the public, they were exceptionally united.
If anyone dared to harm one of their own, they would inevitably face frenzied retaliation.
