Chapter 118: The Fall (2/2)
Yang Jingming saw that the young man had breathed his last, and bending over, he tore open his garment.
Indeed, a few inches below the neck, a red maple leaf was tattooed, now dyed with fresh blood, appearing animate and eerily enchanting. He sneered coldly to himself, thinking indeed it was as expected. Concerned not to involve the young man beside him, he refrained from saying the three words 'Danfeng Valley' aloud.
His thoughts in disarray, Yang Jingming closed the young man's garment and stood up, putting away his knife. He then turned to Wang Anfeng and, with folded hands, said,
"Thank you, young brother, for your assistance. We will take it from here."
"However, since this involves a murder case, we will later require your cooperation. Please let us know where we can find you."
Wang Anfeng had already wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it back with a reverse grip. He responded with folded hands,
"It is my duty."