"My beloved son enjoyed tea culture, so came to this place."
Wuqiong Bi stared into her husband's eyes as if she was staring at her foe. She hatefully spat, "What do you still need to investigate? What more evidence do you need? Or is it that you still can't believe that the His Holiness the Pope you so admire has killed your son? Or is that you don't even dare to take vengeance for your son, so are doing your best to explain things for him?"
Bie Yanghong still said nothing. Turning around, he entered a restaurant by the river.
He knew that his son had stopped here for some time, and he wanted to know what had happened.
But regretfully, there was no one he could ask.
The restaurant was full of corpses.
He quickly left the restaurant. Relying on the sliver of heavenly mystery that he had forcefully calculated, he found his target on a boat in the river used for transporting tea.