167 Dead Man Flower

"Uncle Qin." An Jing looked at the furious Qin Wufu, a little puzzled who could make him so angry.

Although Qin Wufu's name had the implications of being a warrior, he was not one that was prone to anger. The last time An Jing saw him angry was a childhood memory.

The reason Qin Wufu was angry was not that he couldn't save those four students. If there was really no way to save them, Qin Wufu wouldn't be angered or have his judgment affected even when an entire battalion was wiped out in war, much less the deaths of four students.

But now, there was a way to save them, but he could only watch helplessly as four students died. Furthermore, they died in the hands of a coroner on their side. This was something that Qin Wufu couldn't accept.

"Little Jing, why are you here?" Qin Wufu's expression softened when he saw An Jing.

"Uncle Qin, we would like to see the bodies of those five students." An Jing explained the purpose of her visit.