Zhao Zhijie lay on the ground, eyes closed, motionless.
There was no abnormality visible around his body, no signs of a struggle at all.
Even Zhao Zhijie's clothes were intact, without the slightest tear.
However, under such circumstances, Zhao Zhijie was dead!
He was killed with a sharp weapon, a single fatal cut to the throat!
"Gasp… This… is too bizarre!"
Hu Zhengwei walked around Zhao Zhijie's body a few times, first checking his breath, confirming he was dead.
Then he squatted down to check the carpet for any clues but found nothing.
Hu Zhengwei immediately frowned.
"The one who killed Zhao Zhijie is a martial arts master, a top-tier expert."
Standing with folded arms beside him, Meng Kuang slowly walked up to Zhao Zhijie's body, his eyes piercingly sharp as he spoke.
