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Unhurriedly, he opened the envelope in his hand.

Inside were two sheets of ordinary paper.

The first sheet had the heading "To Captain Fang Qingyu."

The content was nothing more than a deep apology, a confession for his deceitful behavior.

Things like being momentarily confused, desperate to save his son, making a grave mistake, hoping Captain Fang wouldn’t hold it against him and so on.

There was also a plea for Fang Qingyu to consider his death as atonement.

Not to extend his anger to the remaining brothers of the Desolate Bone Corps.

The remaining forty or so brothers of the Desolate Bone Corps were innocent, caught up in the matter without choice. Whether they stay or leave is entirely up to Captain Fang’s decision...

Finally, it emphasized once again the promise to offer the Invincible Technique after rescuing Chen Wudi.

If his son gets out, he will surely be grateful for Captain Fang’s kindness, offering all he has...

The second paper was addressed to "My Son Wudi."

The content was mostly about advising his son to relinquish his obsession, prioritize his life, explaining that Captain Fang is a great benefactor to both father and son, instructing Chen Wudi to hand over the Invincible Technique to Fang Qingyu unconditionally after his rescue.

The words were earnest and deeply sincere.

Portraying a caring father figure concerned about his son and entrusting him with his final wishes.

Fang Qingyu skimmed through the content of the two sheets in a single glance.

There was not a hint of emotion in his eyes.

He casually folded the two emotionally laden letters together.

And placed them on the coffee table beside him.

He stood up and walked toward the gradually cooling corpse on the floor.

Only then did the Dawn member come back to his senses from shock, looking at Fang Qingyu’s calm actions, somewhat at a loss: "Brother Yu, this..."

Fang Qingyu ignored him and walked over to the old man’s body, crouching down.

He examined the body.

Ensured it was truly dead.

And also confirmed it was a real flesh body.

Yet a faint smile slowly curved on Fang Qingyu’s lips.

He wanted to laugh.

Having been trained through numerous experiences of He Manhe’s fake deaths.

Fang Qingyu had developed an almost instinctive intuition toward such death tricks.

Is this corpse real?

Physiologically, it seemed truly dead.

But had the old man really died?

Fang Qingyu was ninety-nine point nine percent sure in his heart.

No.

A good performance, but it’s a pity you chose the wrong audience.

Fang Qingyu stood up, his face returning to its usual calm.

Looking at the somewhat bewildered Dawn brother beside him, he instructed in an indifferent tone:

"Drag him out, find a place, and feed him to the dogs."

He pointed to the corpse on the ground.

Dawn member: "...Huh?"

He doubted what he had heard.

Feed... feed to the dogs?

"Yes." Fang Qingyu nodded affirmatively, his tone unwavering, "And inform downstairs to drive out all those Desolate Bone Corps people."

Fang Qingyu had always disliked the people of Desolate Bone Corps.

This had been the case from the beginning.

Therefore, he never intended to keep those people.

"Yes, Brother Yu!"

Despite the storm crashing in his heart, the Dawn member strictly obeyed Fang Qingyu’s orders.

He immediately found a thick bed sheet, swiftly wrapped Chen Yuanshan’s body, shouldered it, and strode downstairs.

Fang Qingyu also followed behind, walking slowly down the stairs.

In the living room downstairs, Yan Lin had already sat up straight from the sofa.

She obviously heard the commotion upstairs.

At this moment, she was hugging her arms, the eyes under the silver mask filled with amusement and scrutiny, watching Fang Qingyu walk down step by step, then watching the Dawn member hurry toward the back door carrying the wrapped corpse.

"Tsk..."

Yan Lin let out an inexplicable light click, her red lips curling into a teasing arc, raising her chin toward Fang Qingyu, "Captain Fang, did you just kill the old group leader without a word?!"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyu’s face immediately darkened.

He sat on the sofa opposite Yan Lin, glancing at her disapprovingly: "Am I that kind of person?"

He wouldn’t go so far as to kill someone immediately for lying.

"Aren’t you?" Yan Lin immediately retorted, her tone as if it were a matter of course.

Fang Qingyu was unwilling to argue with her over this question, his face turned even darker as he directly diverted the topic: "What about your side, how’s the investigation going?"

He was referring to the Bauhinia Association.

While Fang Qingyu and the Cyan Dragon Gang were fully coping with the frontal pressure from the Celestial Punishment Association.

Yan Lin had been secretly investigating the situation at the Bauhinia Association headquarters.

Trying to confirm if there was still any possibility of saving it internally.

Mentioning business, Yan Lin’s playful smile restrained a bit.

She let out a light sigh, leaning forward slightly, carrying a hint of fatigue and gravity:

"No results, or rather, the results are bad." She shook her head, "The headquarters area is entirely inaccessible."

"The ones delivering supplies to them periodically are also people from the Celestial Punishment Association. It looks like... the entire Bauhinia Association headquarters might have been taken down completely. Everyone’s been compromised."

Fang Qingyu listened, showing no sign of surprise on his face.

Ever since the Bauhinia Association dared to openly attack Yan Lin, the new president.

This outcome had almost been predestined.

"As expected." Fang Qingyu said blandly, then asked, "What about the Celestial Punishment Association’s Achilles’ heel? Any leads?"

This was what he was most concerned about.

The most fearsome reliance of the Celestial Punishment Association was their bizarre ability to control others.

Otherwise, Fang Qingyu wouldn’t still be defending the Cyan Dragon Gang now.

Upon hearing this question, Yan Lin straightened up, the gaze under her silver mask becoming instantly serious.

She lowered her voice and spoke word by word:

"Actually, I did find a little something."

She leaned forward slightly, as if ensuring that every word could be clearly conveyed into Fang Qingyu’s ears:

"The thing they believe in seems to point to an actual person."