"He, he's not afraid of being caught by the police?! " Xia Hao still couldn't believe his own uncle would treat him this way. Even if he wasn't afraid of retribution, wasn't he afraid of the law?
An Yiqing sneered, "Afraid? As one of the four Hall Masters of the Broken Soul Gate, a mere human life means nothing. Haozi, just because you haven't been involved with certain matters doesn't mean they don't exist. There are many things in this world that walk the gray area between black and white. Your little uncle, I did some digging on him and found that he has at least three or four lives on his hands. Otherwise, how do you think he climbed to the position of Hall Master?"
Xia Hao was stunned by the sudden news. His uncle, a living relative by his side, had actually killed so many people?!
"Xiao Qing, you..." He looked at An Yiqing in surprise, puzzled as to why she wasn't shocked or afraid at all.
