"There are many poisons like that. Without seeing the body, I can't be sure which one it is. Can you bring it back for me to take a look?" Murong Ruyin asked.
Ye Xiong was about to agree, but then he pictured bringing Duanmu Kuang's body back. Duanmu Linglong would surely cry her eyes out, and the blow would be too great for her. He felt a pang of guilt. He had promised Duanmu Linglong he would bring her father back, but he had failed.
"Forget it. Don't look into it."
Ye Xiong hung up and looked at Duanmu Kuang's body by the car, sighing.
Duanmu Kuang's death was no great loss, but Ye Xiong hadn't expected him to die like this.
"Master, what should we do?" An Le asked.
"Notify the police. Let them handle the body."
"Wouldn't it be better to take the body back for Murong Feng to examine? He could see what poison was used, and at least we'd have a rough idea of who the killer is and a direction for the investigation."