"Among them was the captain of the intelligence department responsible for tracking targets, Chen Rui."
Zhuo Feng continued speaking, lowering his voice even further:
"When our people arrived at his residence, the slaughterhouse, the police had already sealed off the scene."
"According to descriptions sent back by spies, Chen Rui died a horrific death, the scene littered with the mangled bones and flesh of those ferocious dogs, as if an explosion had occurred."
"Moreover, on the wall of the slaughterhouse, someone had used his blood to paint a huge, grinning demon face."
Upon hearing this, Luo Lie's gaze suddenly became sharp, like an unsheathed sword aimed directly at Zhuo Feng and Feng Jincai.
"It must be that bastard, it has to be Cheng Jiashu's doing!"
Before Zhuo Feng could continue, Feng Jincai interjected through gritted teeth:
"He's showing off to us, it's a blatant provocation!"
