A single spark can start a prairie fire.
The only two remaining members of the Qin Family, Qin Hao and Qin Wentian, had already set aside all past prejudices and grudges under the immense hatred of the extermination of their clan, working closely together.
The flame of revenge ignited on this ordinary night.
In the dim light of the room, Qin Hao looked at the thick stack of information in his hand. Finally, he slightly curled his lips, targeting a member of the Song Family.
"Let's start with you then..."
Qin Hao used a red pen to draw a bright red cross on the person's photo, and after carefully memorizing his address and appearance, he set off directly.
Tonight, the moon was dim, a perfect night for murder and arson.
It's said that a gentleman's revenge is never too late even after ten years, but Qin Hao wouldn't even wait a night for his revenge.
Qingshan City's funeral home, the morgue.
