In the manor, there was a cool breeze.
After Wang An sat up, those wise eyes changed slightly.
"How many people were killed?" Wang An asked indifferently.
Cheng Shou: "Nine were killed in total, one of them is a small gangster at the Confucian Temple, a temporary employee of Thousand Treasure Pavilion, and the other eight people are also from Thousand Treasure Pavilion..."
"Thousand Treasure Pavilion?" Wang An's tone became cold somehow.
Cheng Shou nodded, "Yes, Master, this antique shop has a long history. In the beginning, it was in the hands of the Chinese people, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, its boss suddenly died. The shop was inherited by his son, but after his son lost his family, he transferred the entire antique shop back and forth more than a dozen times. It was not until 30 years ago that it was secretly taken over by a Japanese man, and this was on track."
A small hole not mended in time will become a big hole much more difficult to mend.