"I've long suspected there was something wrong with you!"
"Bang!"
The window shattered, and a person holding a long sword leaped out of the room, the sword light flashing repeatedly, slashing the throats of several villagers.
The middle-aged man who had been dining pushed open the door and hurriedly said:
"Xiao Lan, leave some alive, we still need to question them about Young Master Huo's whereabouts."
"Thank you, Chief Qin."
A clear female voice rang out:
"If we can find my husband, the Huo and Yan families will offer a generous reward."
"Madam, you overestimate." The middle-aged man shook his head:
"As a constable, it's my duty to protect the area."
"This Hong Family Village is very peculiar. In recent years, several caravans have disappeared nearby, probably because of these villagers."
As he spoke,
his expression suddenly darkened.
People fear the government, as is common knowledge.
