"He's dead?" Chen Ping'an's expression turned grim as he listened to Cheng Renjing's report. "Are you saying the new Commander Fu died on his way to his post?"
"Yes, my lord." Cheng Renjing's face was not just grim; it was deathly pale. "He died on the main road. All eleven people in his party died a horrific death!"
The new Commander-in-Chief, dead on the way to his post. This was... this was a blatant provocation against the Garrison Commandant's Office.
No, it was more than just a provocation. It was tantamount to a declaration of war!
The viciousness of this incident was beyond imagination!
In the last ten years—no, twenty, even thirty years—when had anything like this ever happened!?
"Who did it? Are there any leads?" Chen Ping'an asked.
Cheng Renjing shook his head. "Not yet."
Chen Ping'an glanced at Cheng Renjing without a word. He rose from his chair, walked to the window, and looked outside.
