The Black Dragon building was one of the highest-grossing subsidiaries of the Black Dragon Clan. Their reputation meant that just being employed by them was considered as having led a successful life in the clan.
However, that just changed. It was hard, after all, to be envious of the deadâeven more so if the deaths were gruesome.
âWhoa⦠They turned into sludge.â
ââ¦How can you say that looking at this?!â
âSomeoneâs gotta say it,â Limon answered nonchalantly. âThe worse a corpse looks, the more stringent its autopsy must be.â
The bodyâs neck has been twisted a full 360 degrees, resembling a pretzel. Pens stuck out of each eyeball, and intestines spilled out onto the floor. Whoever the murderer was, their malice was laid out clearly.
Not even the cold Wei-ling could maintain her usual emotionless demeanor, furrowing her brows. Unlike her, however, Limon was his usual self.
âHm⦠Was the abdomen cut first? They were paralyzed before getting to their eyes, followed by the neck.â
Was it the insight of a Swordmaster, or the mountains of corpses heâs seen over the years? Figuring out how the person died with a glance, Limon slowly nodded and turned his back to the corpse.
âSo⦠where else?â
âDo you really need an answer for that?â
âSuppose I donât.â
Following a trail of blood into a restroom, a chopped-up corpse was found shoved into one of the toilets. Another trail led to another corpse, this time with its neck jammed between the hinges of a door. One had its face torn clean off. Another had been skewered onto a statue.
There were countless corpses littered throughout the building, all of them in multiple bits and pieces. The worst of them all was the elevator.
Just how many were in there?
âHmm.â
Amidst all this, Limon did not even bat an eyelid. He only carefully and calmly examined each of the corpsesâ wounds, comparing them to one another and gathering evidence on the culprits. His demeanor was so unbothered, in fact, the Black Dragon Clan martial artists accompanying him looked offended.
***
Time passed.
Limon had examined hundreds of corpses from each floor. Now, he stood in front of a particular door. What was once an extravagant room where he was served by Wang Ki-neung had become broken and grotesque.
In the middle of the room stood a man in front of a corpse that was unrecognizable.
âBranch Manager Wang.â
Startled, the middle-aged man with a pointy mustache turned around. He looked surprised to see the Swordmaster.
âMaster of Swords? What brought you here?â
âDonât be so shocked. Iâm not here to beat you up like before.â
ââ¦Are you joining the investigation?â
âGuardian is in charge of the clanâs security. I canât just sit around when a subsidiary just dissolves by way of massacre.â
âNot everyone is gone. Some were on break, on business trips, or working remotely. They are all safeâ¦â Wang Ki-neung pointed a finger at himself. âIncluding myself, who was on sick leave.â
âHow fortunate.â
âIndeed. Who knew getting punished by the Master of Swords would be a blessing?â Wang Ki-neung laughed heartily, turning his finger around to the corpse in the room. âThough, this is what has become of my cousin.â
Limon stared at the manâs smile standing in front of his relativeâs dead body and bowed.
ââ¦I send my condolences.â
âOh, my. There is no need, sir. My substitute failed to protect even his employees. I should be grateful that you are not punishing him.â
âI canât do that. Your cousin gave his all to win.â
Unlike the rest of the building which was only covered in blood and guts, the office around them was utterly destroyed. From the furniture to the walls and the ceiling, it was clear that Wang Ki-song gave everything he had until his final moment.
However, Wang Ki-neung still shook his head in disagreement.
âWhatâs important is the result.â
âAre you saying that his efforts to fight were meaningless because he couldnât protect anyone?â
âI feel hopeless just thinking about how much our stock prices will drop. How can I let that go with just a few words of acknowledgment?â Wang Ki-neung replied with a smile that said âeffort canât buy moneyâ.
âWell, thatâs true,â Limon chuckled.
Back in his prime in the Heroesâ Age, many prioritized results over process, with effort and honor without success bound to be buried. And in the Iron Age, money and power was all there was. Forget acknowledgment for fighting until the end, it would be fortunate if one didnât become a subject of ridicule.
âSo Master of Swords. May I please ask for a small favor?â
âWhat? To catch the culprit at all cost?â
âThe opposite. Please donât get involved in this matter if itâs possible.â
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It was an unexpected requestâone he had never heard before from a victimâs family. But Limon was neither surprised nor flustered. Rather, he looked at Wang Ki-neung with narrowed eyes.
âAre you going to rebuild the glory youâve lost?â
âAs the Master of Swords might know, the Seven Dragons Association is a bit complicated. It will be the end of me if my honor is gone.â
The Shanghai Royal Familyâs standing was already weak. But having Wang Ki-neung being bedbound by Limon and Wang Ki-song getting murdered? Their reputation will plummet even further than rock bottom. And if Limon took hold of the reigns? They would become a laughing stock not only to the Black Dragon Clan but to the entire world.
âSo youâre going to be holding the reins, then?â
âYes. If I do well enough, the stock price may go up once again.â Rubbing his hands together, he lowered his tone and continued, âOf course, I am not asking this of you for free. I know the Master of Swords also needs to have a record for himself.â
This was a massive incident where a majority of a companyâs employees were killed along with the substitute for the head of a noble clan. If Llimon resolved this case, he would not only have a great accomplishment on his record. He would also gain some favor with the clan.
âIf the Master of Swords allows me to take on this case, you will gain the support of our family.â
âYouâre going to help me? Your family too?â
âYes, sir. The Shanghai Royal Family is not in great standing. It wonât get any worse if we take your side.â He had a nervous smile on his face. âHow does that sound? I believe it is quite a desirable deal.â
Wang Ki-neung did not speak in vain. Though they are barely a noble clan, they still are one. If Limon could get the support of a family whose history within the association went back centuries, he would have a lot less trouble moving forward.
âNo. That dealâs rubbish.â
ââ¦Are you going to get involved, then?â
âI donât need a price like that. Do whatever you want.â
Wang Ki-neungâs expression instantly turned into one of bewilderment.
âDo you mean that?â He couldnât fathom why Limon was refusing such an opportunity.
âGetting back for your familyâs spilled blood is your right. You donât have to force a deal to act on your deserved right.â
Blood debt was noble. Getting back blood for blood was a barbaric form of revenge. Thus, it had to be in the purest form for it to be worthwhile. Any person of the modern age would argue that that wasnât moral, but Limon wasnât a man of the times. He was a Swordmaster who did not hesitate to crater an entire country and go against a monarch to pay the blood debt of his subordinate.
Wang Ki-neung was stunned. He couldnât tell if Limon was the fool of the century or a nutjob.
He bowed his head in silence.
âI, Wang Ki-neung, head of the Shanghai Royal Family, will not forget this grace the Swordmaster has given me.â
âYou donât have to call it that. I just passed off the work to you since Iâm busy, so donât worry about it,â Limon brushed Wang Ki-neung off as he turned around to leave. âOh, and Iâm just talking to myself.â
âHuh?â
âThere are three culprits.â
Wang Kineungâs eyes shot open. The tracers who had investigated earlier could tell that the culprit was a small group, but were unable to provide an exact number.
âIâm going on a whim here, but theyâre adept at what they do. Itâs likely theyâre at least a Grand Duke with a track record of mass murder.â
âA woman a little over 170cm, and two men who are just shy of 180. Judging by the pattern of how they moved, the woman is a close-quarters combatant and the men either have special skills or fight long-range. Might want to look for a madman whoâs a soldier or has had military training for faster results.â
Wang Ki-neungâs sharp stare gradually turned impatient. Limonâs explanation was so crystal clear for someone who looked around at the aftermath. It sounded like he had witnessed the culprits firsthand.
âHow do you know that?â
âI looked,â Limon chuckled and resumed his walk. âAfter all, this is all Iâve done for an eternity.â
Wang Ki-neung could only stare at where Limon had stood as he came to a realization:
That man was humanityâs last Swordmaster. While he was the hero of centuries past, he had to kill many to achieve that title. He had the highest kill count of anyone in history.
ââ¦You have taken in a terrifying man as husband, princess.â
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