Chapter 1777: Framing

The moment Howard and his men pushed open the banquet hall doors, they saw it clearly. Inside the hall, blood flowed like a river. The bodies lying in pools of blood were still dressed in expensive, well-tailored formal attire. A single button or brooch on their clothes could equal ten years of income for an ordinary person. But now, they were soaked in blood. This was the banquet hall of the Valk family, and inside were all prominent figures, now entirely dead. At that moment, Howard understood—they...