"Talking about peace now would be admitting that our Wu clan cannot defeat their Mohist clan?"
"Moreover, the Mohist clan insists that your son pay with his life."
"Are you willing to do that?"
"Even if you were willing, our Wu clan cannot afford to lose face like this right now."
To Wu Zhenhai's right, a senior member of the Wu clan said coldly.
These words made Wu Zhenhai's expression extremely grim.
The Wu clan was not united at this moment. Many people blamed the current war on Wu Zhenhai's son.
If Wu Zhenhai's son had not killed Mo Zhonghan, the Wu clan would not have had to face the wrath of the Mohist clan.
The Wu clan was already on a downward slope, and this war would accelerate its decline.
"Since war has already begun, we can only fight on!"
"If all else fails, we can only ask for reinforcements from our allies," an elder said coldly.
"At that point, it will likely escalate into a war for the entire Dragon Gate."
...
As everyone was arguing, the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.
Everyone turned to look, and saw a long-haired beauty walking in.
The beauty appeared to be around twenty-three years old, her face full of coldness.
"Wu Mei, is this a place you can come to?" Seeing his daughter barge in, Wu Zhenhai reprimanded her unhappily.
Wu Mei ignored Wu Zhenhai and walked directly to the center, saying, "I have found a clue regarding Mo Zhonghan's death. Someone is deliberately provoking a war between us and the Mohist clan."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Wu Mei in surprise.
Wu Mei's mother was not only an ordinary person, but also Wu Zhenhai's mistress.
Although she had a daughter with Wu Zhenhai, she had never been able to enter the Wu clan.
Wu Mei was therefore called a bastard, an illegitimate daughter.
"Are you sure?" the Grand Elder of the Wu clan asked urgently.
Wu Mei nodded and said, "As long as the Wu clan agrees to let my mother enter the clan, I will reveal what I know."
"Agreed, speak," the Grand Elder responded without hesitation.
Seeing the Grand Elder agree, Wu Mei inserted a USB drive into the laptop.
Soon, the surveillance footage from the nightclub that night appeared on the large screen.
This camera was located nearby, so the footage was very clear.
Wu Mei opened the video, which was then magnified and played frame by frame at a slow speed.
At this moment, Wu Mei paused the video and used a laser pointer to point at a spot on the screen, saying, "Look closely, there is a very faint light here. This light flew out from the crowd and, a second before the fist reached Mo Zhonghan's chest, it entered Mo Zhonghan's chest."
After speaking, Wu Mei pressed the space bar again.
If Wu Mei had not circled the light with her laser pointer, no one would have noticed the faint glow.
Now, with Wu Mei's reminder, everyone carefully looked at the bright light.
After being slowed down, everyone could clearly see the bright light slowly flying towards Mo Zhonghan.
A second before the fist was about to hit Mo Zhonghan, this bright light entered Mo Zhonghan's heart.
"What is this? Mo Zhonghan's autopsy report did not mention any foreign object in his heart," Wu Zhenhai said in surprise.
Wu Mei replied, "There is something called the Ice Soul Needle on the black market. This thing is as fine as a strand of hair, and once it enters the body, it will turn into water within a few seconds, making it impossible to find."
"A skilled move. To be able to find such a precise timing, the person must be a master!" the Grand Elder said angrily.
Wu Zhenhai looked at Wu Mei with a little more gentleness and asked, "Can you find out who the killer is?"
"There are too many people, but it's certain that the killer is among these few."
Wu Mei's laser pointer circled a few people on the screen.
Qin Hanchu was among them.
"Qin Ning! Him again!" Wu Zhenhai immediately noticed Qin Hanchu and frowned.
"Wu Jingyi's death is related to him, and he was present when Mo Zhonghan died."
"This is definitely not a coincidence!"
"Surname Qin!"
"Could he be from the Qin clan?" the Grand Elder said indifferently.
In the past, the surname Qin was an ancient clan name, but after the Qin clan was purged, the eight great ancient clans changed the surname Qin to an ordinary surname.
At this moment, the Wu clan finally connected Qin Hanchu to the Qin clan.
"Immediately contact the Mohist clan and inform them of this matter!" Wu Zhenhai commanded.
Late at night, Qin Hanchu was meditating.
Just then, he heard the sound of orderly footsteps outside the tent.
Qin Hanchu recognized that these people were surrounding him.
"I've been exposed?" Qin Hanchu was not flustered, and he stepped out of the tent.
At this moment, Qin Hanchu's tent was surrounded by thousands of people.
The ranks in front parted, and Mo Yijian, Mo Fengyu, Wu Zhenlong, Wu Mei, and others walked forward.
"Are you here to arrest me?" Qin Hanchu asked.
"You don't seem surprised," Mo Yijian said in disbelief, he hadn't expected to be used by Qin Hanchu.
"I'm curious, who found the clue that led you to suspect me?" Qin Hanchu asked curiously.
Wu Mei stepped forward and said coldly, "I did."
"How did you discover it?" Qin Hanchu asked with interest.
"Magnify and slow down the surveillance footage, and you can see the light of the Ice Soul Needle. By the direction of the Ice Soul Needle, you can naturally find the killer's location," Wu Mei replied.
"The method is very direct, but only you among the two families thought of doing this. You are quite capable."
Although the Ice Soul Needle was as fine as a strand of hair, it did leave a trace under the nightclub lights.
The two families had already started fighting, and they thought no one would discover this. Unexpectedly, it was found by a beautiful woman.
"You killed my son, you deserve to die!" Mo Fengyu said angrily.
Qin Hanchu smiled and said, "If you have the ability, come and take my life."
Seeing Qin Hanchu so composed, Mo Yijian frowned. "You're not afraid? Do you think you can still escape?"
"Of course, if I didn't have the means to protect myself, why would I dare to march with your army?" Qin Hanchu said.
"If you can escape, I will kill myself right here today!" Mo Yijian gritted his teeth.
Hearing this, Qin Hanchu laughed. "Elder Mo, your words carry weight! With so many witnesses, if you don't kill yourself, I'll call you my grandson!"
"You're seeking death!" Mo Yijian shouted. "Take him down!"
As Mo Yijian gave the order, more than a dozen soldiers from the Mohist clan rushed towards Qin Hanchu.
"Wait a moment!" Qin Hanchu said.
Hearing this, the soldiers stopped their advance and looked at Qin Hanchu with confusion.
Qin Hanchu said to Mo Yijian, "I have something to tell you. Your entire army of fifty thousand men has been poisoned by me. Without the antidote, they will all die within a month."
"What did you say!" Mo Yijian's anger surged, he hadn't expected Qin Hanchu to be so ruthless!
The Mohist clan had a total of 150,000 soldiers, and this was one-third of their fighting strength.
If these fifty thousand men were lost, the Mohist clan would definitely become the bottom-ranked among the eight great ancient clans, even weaker than the Wu clan.
"I originally intended to frame the Wu clan for this, but I didn't expect this beauty to mess things up," Qin Hanchu said with frustration.