Only the Different Races would be so scared of a ruthless crackdown that they'd go around in such a big circle.
The Scorching Sun Department was always like this. Any case that had nothing to do with Different Races or Professionals would never make it to their desk.
But the second a Different Race committed a crime and got caught, you could bet nothing good was waiting for them.
The next moment, the blood rope wrapped back around the guy's neck, stringing him up in mid-air.
Pei Tugou held the blood rope in one hand, as if he were leading around a human-shaped helium balloon. He bared his teeth in a grin—something feral and twisted.
"Relax. No one's gonna see him. Besides, you're right—just killing him would be letting him off too easy."
As he spoke, yet another length of blood rope slid out of Pei Tugou's palm, hanging loose, like it was just waiting for the next target.
Wen Yan looked at the Demonic Corpse.
"Remember anything else?"
