Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 228: Sixty-eight Why can’t I kill all such people?

Chapter 228: Sixty-eight Why can’t I kill all such people?

Looking at the mud before him, Fenli felt his head was about to explode.

The subordinate trailing behind him whispered, “Minister, this should be… a pollutant, right?”

Hearing this, Fenli turned his head and gave the speaking subordinate a murderous look, silencing him.

Damn it, did he not know it was a pollutant?

Though he commanded the Skeleton Corps and not the Devil’s Army, he could still recognize the body of a pollutant; even if it was ground to bits, it could be directly used as Source Oil.

But was that the point? Was the body of a pollutant the main issue?

Of course not.

The point was that the body of this pollutant appeared inside the Sky Tower, and what this pollutant had been before its demise…

With a “click,”

Fenli pulled out a match, trying to light a cigarette to steady his nerves, but his trembling hands struggled multiple times, almost burning his fingers before finally getting the cigarette lit.

The swirling smoke gradually soothed his mind.

He certainly noticed the peculiar looks from his subordinates.

After all, smoking in the Sky Tower was not allowed… but who gave a damn now? When the carcass of a pollutant could appear inside the Sky Tower, formerly the ultimate desecration, then what was one cigarette?

Moreover, the appearance of the pollutant’s carcass inside the Sky Tower was not the most important point.

The most important point was… this corpse wore a uniform.

This indicated he had once been an employee of the Tower.

The appearance of a contaminated employee inside the Sky Tower was a negligence that would have caused a scandal.

What made Fenli even more frustrated was that he knew to whom the corpse belonged.

…Yong Xin.

In less than a minute, Fenli had smoked his cigarette to the end, and the fading smoke could no longer shield the anxiety and exhaustion in his eyes. With that one cigarette, he seemed to age decades.

As the Minister of the Skeleton Corps, it was impossible for Fenli to not understand Yong Xin, not to know what Yong Xin and the New Chaser Association wanted to do.

Whether willingly or not, Fenli was now part of the New Chaser Association, naturally aware and mentally prepared for the upcoming changes to Lyra—he knew the city would soon be renamed, along with a change in allegiance.

But then, at this crucial moment, Yong Xin was dead.

He naturally guessed who was behind it.

Other than Gerard, there could be no other.

This truly was… a fine scheme.

Using his own daughter as bait to draw away most of the Skeleton Corps’ knights, and then coming here to dispose of Yong Xin, who was alone.

This series of maneuvers made Fenli begrudgingly admire the former Night Star Knight.

Besides admiration, though, Fenli didn’t know what else he could do.

Because with Yong Xin’s death, Fenli found himself in an awkward position: he didn’t know what to do or who to turn to.

Within the New Chaser Association, Fenli had shallow roots, and due to his special status, all his communications with the Association were via Yong Xin. On Lyra’s side, after the Five Great Bishops entered the Thought Amber to slumber, Yong Xin had also maneuvered to become the man with the real power in the city.

In other words, be it the underworld or legitimate affairs, Yong Xin had been Fenli’s direct and only “boss.”

But now, Yong Xin was dead.

So Fenli looked around and realized that in both Lyra and the New Chaser Association, the person with the highest status and most power now seemed to be… himself?

At this thought, Fenli’s hands began to shake again, and he had to pull out another cigarette to calm himself.

“Minister…” the subordinate asked, “what should we do now?”

What to do?

How would he know!

All he knew was that something big was about to happen soon.

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But when it would happen, what to do right now, he had no clue.

He only knew that Lyra was a mess right now, work meant for him and not meant for him alike were suddenly dropped in front of him.

His job included Gerard; Gerard had not been caught yet. Should he still be pursued?

And work not meant for him: the Source Oil processing plant had been destroyed, and the Devil’s Army was engaged in another mission. Without further action, the entire Lyra would grind to a halt in a few days.

And then, the confrontation between Lyra and the new gods, what was the result of that?

With Yong Xin dead, should he now stand with Lyra or with the new gods?

Fenli did not know.

He envied those who knew nothing.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he grew, quickly finishing the second cigarette and then pulling out a third, as if he wished to drown himself in the smoke forever.

This left his subordinate Skeleton Knights looking at each other, unsure of what to do.

But just as Fenli was about to light up his third cigarette, an aged voice called out.

“Do you intend to smoke yourself to death here, Fenli?”

The voice stunned Fenli; he turned sharply to see an elderly man dressed in sumptuous robes approaching.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

“How can this be?” he muttered to himself.

The rest of the Skeleton Knights also looked over, equally puzzled.