Among the crowd's line of sight, Mi Xingfa, who had left early, was not seen.
Zhu Jian'an and other arrest officers did not separate but instead each held a saber, forming a defensive formation as they slowly progressed within the residence of the noble clan. Everywhere they looked, there was only disarray; the counters inside the houses were all smashed open, as if someone had been searching for something.
On the road, bodies could be seen strewn about, including both the old and young.
Zhu Jian'an's expression grew colder.
The group cautiously inspected the location of the incident once more and then returned to where they had originally started. One of the men, who was thin and sported a pair of sideburns, furrowed his brows in deep thought, merging the clues found during their brief search from his mind, and said:
"It's definitely the work of the White Tiger Hall."