Grandpa's murderer was back. Right now, I couldn't remain composed.

I took a deep breath before I instructed, "Xiaotao, go down and get me a bottle of absinthe and a cocktail shaker."

Huang Xiaotao quickly brought me what I wanted. Since I didn't have wormwood with me, this was a good substitute. I poured some absinthe into the shaker, wrapped it with a towel, and borrowed a lighter from Sun Tiger to heat it up.

As the alcohol gradually evaporated, I fumigated the walls of the private room and the familiar words emerged–Jiangbei Daggers, Protect The People, Condemn The Corrupt.

Xiaotao sneered, "The man is obviously an accomplice, yet he speaks as if he’s the master of justice."

Sun Tiger previously cautioned me against investigating the case. If the...