"I know you're angry inside! I'm even angrier than you! Lying here is my daughter, my most beloved child!"
The ducts within the belly gurgled with fluid, Yuan Qing's face twisted with rage.
"I want to tear the enemies apart more than any of you, but this matter has an air of mystery, the truth is still under investigation."
Yuan Qing was in great pain, but he wasn't foolish enough to be used as a pawn. He didn't believe the Bamboo River Society would commit such a mad act; after using various means of torture on Hei Mao, he was more convinced that Hei Mao was not the culprit.
If he let rage cloud his judgment and clashed with the Bamboo River Society, the real culprit would be laughing gleefully.
Regarding the suspect, Yuan Qing already had an answer in mind; the one who gains the most profit is likely the culprit.
