Chapter 101: The Backlash of Evil Arts, A Debt of Blood Paid in Blood

The residual Yin energy in President Zheng's villa was like a foul stench clinging to the air, a trail of breadcrumbs left by a depraved soul. For an ordinary person, it was an imperceptible chill. For Tommy Chen, it was a screaming beacon in the night. He stood outside the Zheng family's gate, his expression as cold as a winter tombstone. He had promised the tormented spirit of that infant that he would find its murderer. He had promised retribution. And Tommy Chen always kept his promises. He...