As Chen Ping left.
The people on the street were startled.
Finally, someone discovered the murder scene in the small courtyard.
Immediately, someone reported to the authorities.
Moreover, someone recognized the identities of the deceased, and suddenly, it was like poking a hornet's nest.
Before long, the once quiet and desolate run-down small courtyard was bustling with carriages and horses.
Constables from the Government Office arrived, Hall Master Gao Yue of Changfeng Martial Arts Hall "Seven Stars Falling into the Vast Sky" arrived, and Zhang Shirong from the Longchang Trading Company also arrived.
"Xue'er, my poor Xue'er."
Zhang Shirong lay on the corpse of his beloved daughter, crying profusely.
He was near sixty, with grey hair and beard, a lean face, looking less like a calculating businessman and more like a learned old scholar.
At this moment, with mucus and tears, he was no different from an ordinary old man.
