Sometime later, back at the alleyway, a group of men in dark suits arrived to find the alleyway completely empty. The men expertly search the alleyway for clues as their tall, scarred leader reluctantly makes a phone call.
After a second the line clicks and Sūn Lì growls, “Well, is he dead?” Sūn Lì narrows his eyes impatiently as his wounds are tended by maidservants of the Sūn household. It is a bitter disappointment in his mouth that he failed to kill Ye Ming, due to his cowardly escape. But even more so, now that he that the mysterious cultivator related incident that his father mentioned to him wasn’t Ye Ming.
“I’m sorry, sir, but it would seem he survived the final attack. However, he couldn’t have gone far as the alleyway is covered in his blood,” the scarred leader replied.
“Find him,” Sūn Lì snapped as he pushes a maid off of him. It would seem it wasn’t over quite yet. With that in mind, Sūn Lì storms away towards his father and grandfather’s quarters. Surely, they would be able to aid him in his search of that cowardly bastard.
The scarred man puts his phone away as one of his men approaches him. The man in suit hesitantly says, “Boss, I think you should take a look at this.”
The leader of men in suits follows his subordinate back to the pool of blood. “Yes, what is it?” The scarred leader asked.
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“Boss, please take a closer look at the puddle, see how the blood is only pooled here?” The man said as the scarred Boss nods his head in understanding. “If our target had gotten up, he would have either have held onto the wall to get up or support himself to walk. There aren’t any blood marks on the walls much less blood drops leading out of the alleyway. There are only two options, either our target bled out and died or someone saved him. Seeing as the target is missing that only leaves the second option as the correct option,” The subordinate declared.
The scarred leader grunts, “Fine. Who was it then?”
“That’s just the problem, Boss. Had it been a civilian, they would have called the cops and we have our people watching the hospitals and police stations. There also haven’t been any injured men taken there by an ambulance or that have personally checked themselves in. We even have the backstreet clinics and doctors under watch, but no one matching our target’s description has appeared there either.
That only leaves someone taking the target away. But who would dare aid him now? No one from the sects would so much lift their finger to help given whose wrath he earned. And unorthodox cultivators wouldn’t be so foolish to intervene either as his cultivation was destroyed,” The subordinate stated.
The scarred leader is quiet for a long time until he finally says, “Double check the scene.”
“Of course, Boss,” the subordinate dutifully replied as he rushes away to do so.
The scarred leader furrows his brows uneasily. Who could it have been? It couldn’t have been anyone weak as there was a rather limited pool of people would dare do so. And if it hadn’t been them, then who?
Left with more questions than answers, the scarred leader, and the men depart after a fruitless search. Unhappily, the scarred leader and his crew head off to check other places. Hopefully, soon their luck would turn for the better.