Hearing Qin Hai’s words.
Kui Ku lowered his head, his face was gloomy, and the pain of that wound on his body was no match for the pain in his heart.
“No?” Qin Dahai asked.
“No.”
Qui-Gu shook his head and said, “That b*****d Tredello made a painting of her ashes, a painting of the devil.”
Speaking of which.
Quigu’s face was a little grim, he gritted his teeth and wanted to get up before killing back, but he was held down by Qin Hai.
“What’s the use of you going now? For more than ten years you haven’t even thought of going to get her ashes back.” Qin Dahai said in a cold voice.
Kui Ku’s eyes were red: “If I knew that, I would have cut him to pieces!”
“Do you have the ability to do that?” Qin Hai laughed coldly and said, “Tredello holds the power of the divine text, even I would find it difficult to kill him, you? Come on, tell me, on what grounds do you have? Tell me, what makes you tick? Or do you also want to be made into a painting to hang beside your woman and be scorned?”
“I want to avenge her!” Quigoo hissed, “She was a good woman, she didn’t deserve it! She doesn’t deserve to be spat upon!”
Qin Hai laughed coldly and stood aside, not saying a word.
And as if his strength had been drained from him, Kui Ku sat down on the sofa as he said bitterly, “If that’s what you wanted, then you did it! You f*cking did it! Revenge! As long as you can help me get my revenge! I’ll do anything!”
“Just what you’ve been waiting for.”
Qin Hai stepped aside and took a bottle of wine in his hand, pouring himself a glass before giving another to Qui Gu, as he said, “Where do you think Tredello would have hidden the horn?”
“I don’t know, I need time to find out.” Quigu said in a deep voice.
“We don’t have much time.” Qin Hai said.
Kui Ku said, “There are my secret informants inside the Arbitration Institute, and there are many who owe me favours.”
“Good, get well and we’ll go investigate tomorrow morning.” Qin Dahai said.
When Qui Gu saw that Qin Hai was going back to his room to rest, he said, “You have to plan well, Tredrow will definitely be prepared, if we are not well prepared, we will still end up in the same situation as before.”
“The plan is already underway.” Qin Hai said indifferently, “You just need to do what you need to do honestly, you don’t need to worry about anything else, remember, I can help you do what you want, but if you don’t want your woman to be spat on for the rest of her life, put your mind away!”
Qui-Gu winced, and then said, “I understand.”
He did have other thoughts, wanting to take this opportunity to get his girlfriend’s corpse out after some planning, but hearing Qin Hai’s words, he knew that there was no way he could hide that little thought from him, so he could only collect himself.
He treated the wound.
Qui Gu returned to his room and began to think about the direction of his next investigation.
And at that moment.
The fire had been extinguished, but it had to be said that Qin Hai had set the fire in a very unusual way, and the magnificent buildings had been reduced to ashes.
Underground.
In a conference room.
Tredello’s back is turned to the crowd, his eyes grim as he gazes at a painting on the wall.
In the painting is a devil being decapitated.
Most of the people at the arbitration centre did not dare to look at it, because it was made of the ashes of the dead, and if you looked at it for too long, it was as if you could hear the devil’s desolate cries in your head, but Tredello loved it and was addicted to it.
He reached out and wiped his hand over the eyes of the devil on the painting and said, “Art needs the soul of the devil to set it off, only then is it great art, and the more souls, the better.”
His words carried a dark, deadly aura.
All the members of the Arbitration Institute sitting in the conference room could not help but shiver.
Treadlow turned around, swept his gaze gloomily and said, “So, are your souls demons in the darkness? Or angels in the sunlight?”
No one answered.
All bowed their heads, not daring to look straight ahead.
Tredello smiled grimly before continuing, “It seems that you already have the answer in your minds.”
With that, he took a deep breath.
His face seemed to be tinged with intoxication, but soon his face darkened again and he laughed conspiratorially, “And I, too, can smell it on you.”
Just now speaking.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and everyone’s heart thumped, wondering who would dare to disturb Tredrow’s bullying? A cold light appeared in Tredrow’s eyes and he said, “Come in.”
Soon.
The door to the meeting room was opened.
A man who looked almost sixty years old walked in, his figure was somewhat blessed and he was holding a walking stick, but his walk was so imposing that when others in this meeting room looked, they again bowed their heads.
Fernando.
A smiling tiger who looks like a grandfather next door, but is only a little less ruthless than Treadlow, and their relationship is one of tit for tat.
“Ahhhhh!” Tredello’s pale face took on more than a few wry smiles as he said, “Fernando, an old fuddy-duddy I look up to with all my heart.”
Faced with Tredello’s blatant sarcasm, Fernando’s face didn’t change in the slightest as he said with a smile, “It seems you are still so welcoming to me, even considering that I am too old to walk, burning down the building and letting me come straight in.”
“Of course, after all, you’re an old fool who always gets lost in the light of God.” Tredello said, “So, my dear old fool, what do you want to do here?”
Fernando made it to one side and said with a smile, “I heard that Qin Hai had come and I was worried that you would be dismembered by him, so I came to give you a hand so that when you die you won’t die too badly.”
The two men exchanged verbal blows, with each taking the slightest opportunity to taunt each other to death.
Unbeknownst to them, everything that was going on in the conference room was on the TV screen in the next room.
And also in this room.
The King of the Gods was sitting leisurely on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching with great interest.
And off to the side.
Standing was a man.
It was Ye Jinming.
His face was haggard and his eyes were slightly squinted as if he was not the least bit interested in what was going on in that conference room.
“What? Don’t you find it interesting?” The King of the Gods asked.
Ye Jinming spoke, “I’ve seen this kind of thing a lot, and besides, if you let me see this, aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell Qin Hai? He has always been pervasive as long as he seizes the opportunity!”
