A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) -
Chapter 1376 A Completely Stunned Reimon
The first people that everyone suspected was Chu Sect.
They were definitely capable of something like this.
As the most powerful group of martial artists in the world, they naturally became a suspect when something of this scale happened.
But it was just a suspicion they held. If they couldn't find any evidence, they couldn't jump to any conclusions either.
The teams from the various countries spent the next few days searching for more clues.
Someone soon discovered a grave behind one of the large trees in the area.
"Hmm? Why is there a grave here?" someone asked puzzledly.
"Maybe it's just a larger mound of dirt. Who would bury their dead in this sort of place?"
"Who knows? Maybe the murderer buried his dead companions before leaving?"
"There's no point in arguing. We just need to dig it up to know if it's a grave or not," suggested Reimon as he walked over.
"That's a good idea!" Everyone agreed with Reimon's suggestion quickly.
One of them came forward to aim a powerful palm at the top of the mound.
The mound of soil burst upon impact, and an unkempt head that was covered in dirt flew out from the mound at the same time.
"Good heavens! Was that a head? This is really a grave then! If my guess is right, the murderer must have put this grave up for a dead companion. Once we find out who this head belongs to, we'll soon be able to find out who this bloodthirsty massacrer is." Reimon was quick to put the facts together.
He was certain that whoever was buried in this grave definitely had something to do with the killer.
"He's right. All our martial artists have been killed and no one has come back alive except for the murderer. So this grave must have been made by the killer for his companions." Everyone else nodded in agreement with Reimon.
"In that case, call everyone over and see if anybody recognizes this head then," said Reimon as he kicked the head into the nearby river, waited for the river water to wash the dirt off the head, then flung it in front of everyone again.
After everyone took a look, they all shook their heads and said they didn't know who this was.
"But these features look Asian. Can the folks from the Asian countries come over and see if you know who this is?" someone in the crowd shouted out.
When Reimon heard that it was an Asian, he immediately snapped coldly, "An Asian? Looks like it's got to be the Chinese martial artists. Only the Indians and the Chinese would be capable of something like that in all of Asia. My uncle, Reilo, has perished here, so it can't be us. By elimination, we can conclude that this must have been done by China!"
"Besides, did all of you notice something? All of us have lost fighters from our countries here, but China didn't lose anybody. I'm very sure the killer is a Chinese! Let's take this head back to War God Castle in China and demand an explanation from them!"
Reimon suspected it was China right from the beginning.
India and China had a longstanding history of feuds after all.
Only martial artists from China would have wiped out India's martial artists, and would have done it in such a ruthless manner.
He didn't have any evidence at first, so he didn't say anything. But now, so many clues were pointing towards the idea that the killer was a Chinese.
After the crowd listened to Reimon's analysis of the situation, they felt
enlightened.
"Gosh, you're right! I didn't notice at first. The Chinese team doesn't seem to have any victims in this massacre."
"Besides, the six pillars of China's martial arts circle are definitely more than capable of killing so many strong fighters at once. This head here looks like an Asian, so I'm pretty sure War God Castle is behind this."
"Reimon, we'll go with what you said. Let's storm War God Castle with this head and demand an apology!"
Reimon's few words had quickly directed everyone's anger at China.
The crowd agreed with his logic and started declaring their intentions to head for China for revenge.
"Excellent!" Reimon was delighted at this sight.
Even though the Indian martial arts circle had lost several respectable martial artists this time, if their deaths were able to force the entire world against China and be punished by the international martial arts circle, then it was worth the sacrifice.
"Reimon, er..." One of Reimon's companions quietly tugged at Reimon's sleeve.
"Why are you tugging at me? Hurry up and call home! Tell them we've found the killer! It's War God Castle! War God Castle and all of China's martial arts is doomed this time. They've killed so many people, so they've practically offended the entire world. They're definitely going to be sanctioned by the International Martial Arts Union! I'm going to make sure this matter damages China as much as possible!" said Reimon without covering up any of his excitement.
India's Folo Palace and China's War God Castle had been at odds for years now.
They had long wanted to find a chance to defeat War God Castle and oppress their martial arts circle.
This chance had come!
Reimon was naturally overcome with joy.
As long as this matter could do sufficient damage to War God Castle and keep them from developing their martial arts prowess, India would soon become Asia's greatest martial arts center, which would greatly empower the nation as well.
Reimon was so excited that he just picked up the head without looking at it and couldn't wait to head for China.
But his companion nudged him again.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keep nudging me? Just spit it out! Stop being so wishy washy!" Reimon was so annoyed that his useless team mate kept poking at him without saying anything useful.
"Reimon, calm down, take a look first," whispered his companion.
"Look at what? The head?" Reimon had no idea what this team mate of his was up to. This head belonged to a dead man. What was there to look at?
But Reimon did look at the head for a moment.
When he first discovered the head, it was covered with dirt and Reimon couldn't see any features clearly.
After it had been washed by the river, Reimon didn't bother taking a good look at it either.
It would have been better if Reimon hadn't taken a look at it. The moment he did, his entire face paled.
His pupils constricted and his body shuddered violently.
His eyes were as wide as saucers.
"This...this...this is..." Reimon felt like he had just been struck by lightning.
It never crossed his mind that the head in his hands right now actually belonged to an Indian martial artist.
All the martial artists who came with Reilo to South America were all close friends of
Reilo, as well as highly respected seniors in the martial arts circle. Of course Reimon knew who this was.
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