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  As the night deepened, the starry sky became increasingly resplendent, and the stars were the most dazzling jewels in the world, a glory that ordinary people could not touch.

  At this time, Fanhai City was in a state of turmoil. The eldest son had been kidnapped, the guards had been slaughtered, and the city lord himself went to apologize and offer compensation. Such a series of humiliating events piled up together would be enough to drive someone mad.

  However, the city lord's mansion seemed a bit eerie, because tonight's city lord's mansion was the most dazzling star in Fanhai City, with lanterns and streamers, and bright lights everywhere. Tonight's lights were even more dazzling than the most grand festivals.

  The reason for this strange scene was that the lord of the castle had welcomed an important guest and set up a grand banquet to entertain the noble visitor.

  Fan Haicheng was a short and small old man with a somewhat dwarfed taste, but no one dared to underestimate this short old man.

  His cultivation had reached the peak of Pre-Heavenly Second Realm, but his actual combat power was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. There was once a Pre-Heavenly Third Realm strongman who died at his hands.

  Although the most grand banquet was held in the city lord's mansion today, due to the city lord's extremely bad mood, the atmosphere of the banquet is very cold and few people dare to speak.

  The castle hall, with scarlet carpets covering the floor, potted landscapes arranged in a scattered manner, and various decorations adorning it, was grand and luxurious.

  In the hall, dozens of banquet tables were set up. The people seated at them were all big shots in Fang Hai City, but they looked like they were sitting on pins and needles, basically no one dared to move their chopsticks. Their role was basically just to accompany others.

  The only sound that came out was from the top banquet hall, where four old men were seated. One of them, a short and stout old man, was the lord of Fanhai City. As for the other three, they were his guests, who came from the League of Nations.

  Three old men and the short-statured lord of the castle seemed to have a good relationship, and during the banquet, they occasionally exchanged conversations, while the lord only responded with occasional polite phrases.

  As for the city master's cold attitude, the other three old men didn't mind much, because they knew the reason behind the city master's cold attitude. The fact that the city master could hold such a grand banquet to entertain them had already shown his attitude, and more importantly, the city master's background was profound.

  "Still angry about the recent events, Lord?" An elderly man with a tall and bony frame asked, noticing that the lord's face had been icy for a while, shaking his head slightly before speaking up.

  "Is the strong one in the Causal Realm someone I can afford to offend? What's the use of getting angry?" Hai Bian Wu Zheng was the castle master's real name, and although he said so, anyone could hear the anger in his tone.

  "Haha! Let's not talk about this anymore." At this time, the city master Hai Bian Wu seemed to know that he had lost his composure, and so changed his tone and spoke.

  Perhaps it was the reminder of the tall and bony old man that the city master's attitude eased a lot, and the four old men started chatting casually. Although they were only talking about some trivial daily matters, the banquet gradually began to warm up, and the people sitting below also gradually relaxed and entered the state.

  However, just as the banquet was getting lively, a sudden commotion came from outside the hall, and the sudden change instantly stimulated everyone's nerves, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

  "What's going on?" Suddenly being disturbed, Van Hai Cheng's face, which was already in a bad mood, suddenly turned gloomy, and he coldly said.

  "Old master! The guards found Young Master Sun outside the city, but..." At this time, an old man who looked like a steward rushed in hastily and said in a low voice.

  However, the latter half of the housekeeper's sentence was muttered and not dared to be spoken out loud, his body slightly trembling as if afraid that the city master would hear the following content, burst into anger, and lose his hand and kill him.

  "Speak!" Seeing the butler like this, the city master's heart sank instantly, a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart, but his face remained expressionless and coldly said.

  "It's Master Sun's body!" The butler said cautiously.

  "What?" The castle owner's face changed instantly and he exclaimed involuntarily.

  The master of Fanhai City originally had two grandsons, his younger grandson had mysteriously disappeared some time ago, and now suddenly came the news that his most favored grandson was in trouble. The old man's mind went blank, and for a moment he couldn't think of anything.

  A moment later, the Lord of Vanha City took a deep breath and walked straight out of the banquet hall. The three elderly men from the League of Nations also followed silently behind him.

  Outside the banquet hall, a group of black-armored guards stood silently on both sides. In the center of these black-armored guards was a stretcher with a white cloth covering it. Through this white cloth, a raised human figure could be vaguely seen.

  At this time, the city master led his men to walk in front of the stretcher, looking at the figure on the stretcher with an exceptionally ugly and gloomy face, stretching out his hand to lift up the white cloth and see the person on the stretcher.

  The master of Panhai City fell silent, he didn't get angry, but his face was absolutely unpleasant.

  "What's going on?" Fang Haicheng, the lord of Fanghai City, suddenly spoke up in a repressed atmosphere.

  "It was outside the city that Mr. Sun's body was found, along with a letter placed on his body, which bore the pirate's seal." The old man, who looked like a butler, immediately stepped forward and handed over a letter with trembling hands.

  This is a letter stained with blood. The seal of the envelope is intact, indicating that no one has dared to open it first.

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  The contents of the envelope:

  Haha! Mr. Van Hai's old man, this time can't make a deal, it's really disappointing, because of the inability to trade, I lost a lot of wealth.

  Moreover, I am really looking forward to seeing the old man's expression when he sees this letter.

  I borrowed my grandson and now I have returned him.

  Alright! I'll say sorry for his grandson's death, of course! It's known that the dead person has no value to me.

  Sunzi's death, I also feel helpless.

  It is believed that the cause of Sunzi's death can be known.

  But even if we knew the cause of his death, it's likely that it would be swept under the rug and nothing would come of it.

  Of course, this can be put on my tab because we will still be in touch later.

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  The contents of the envelope were not many, but what was particularly eye-catching was Luo Lao's pirate seal.

  But for Lord Van Helsing, the contents of the envelope that gloated over his misfortune would absolutely make him jump with rage.

  Fortunately, Fan Haicheng's city master had a deep and calm mind, suppressing the anger in his heart, and began to carefully examine his grandson's body.

  Although his desire for revenge against Old Man Luo had reached a volcanic eruption state, he still had to know the cause of his grandson's death.

  The body of Hai Tian was nothing special, the corpse had no temperature at all, there was a blood hole in his chest, he was killed with one shot.

  For ordinary people, they may not see anything wrong with the corpse, but for Fan Haicheng, he still caught a glimpse of something different.

  The corpse was cold, but within that coldness, there was a hint of an unusual chill. This unusual chill was all too familiar to the Lord of Fanghai City.

  Because all the guards killed by the middle-aged man in gray clothes also had a thread of strange coldness on their bodies, a kind of coldness from the soul. This coldness is the mark of Blood Massacre Hall, because this coldness comes from the inheritance technique 'Yin An' of Blood Massacre Hall

  "Despicable!" The Lord of Fanghai City, who had just made a discovery, gritted his teeth and spat out two words, his voice seeming to come from the depths of hell, with a chilling coldness that pierced the bone.

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