Chapter 339

"Second point." The old man set down his chopsticks, his gaze sharp as a blade. "What kind of monster Kevin Shaw is—don’t you already know?"

Shawn Johnson’s fingers tightened imperceptibly.

"The underage assault cases you uncovered are just the tip of the iceberg." The grandfather pulled a thick file from his desk drawer and slammed it onto the table. "At fifteen, he violated a ten-year-old girl."

Shawn’s pupils constricted.

"The Shaws paid to silence it." The old man’s laugh was icy. "Child protection laws became that beast’s shield."

Outside, thunder cracked, and rain poured in sheets.

"How many children has he ruined over the years?" The grandfather’s voice trembled. "The oldest was barely twelve. If it had been your sister—"

"Grandfather!" Shawn shot to his feet, his chair screeching against the floor.

The old man stared at his whitened knuckles. "Now you feel rage?"

Shawn’s chest heaved. The photos from the files flashed in his mind—hollow-eyed little girls, wrists mottled with bruises.

"Your so-called justice," the grandfather stirred his congee slowly, "is nothing but indulgence for devils."

A bead of cold sweat slid down Shawn’s temple.

"Luna White handled it beautifully." The old man suddenly smiled. "A bloodless kill—that’s true skill."

Shawn’s head snapped up.

"Compared to your lofty principles on paper," the grandfather rose, his cane striking the floor, "I prefer that girl’s decisiveness."

Heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs.

Shawn stood alone in the dining room. Rain hammered against the windows like the wails of restless ghosts.

Mechanically, he flipped open the latest intelligence report. Kevin Shaw’s drinking party notes glared back at him:

«Find some experts in breaking women»

«Head out of town»

«Make that bitch’s life hell»

Location: Cloud City.

Target: Luna White.

Shawn’s fist crashed onto the table. Dishes rattled violently.

He had been the accomplice all along.

If Kevin Shaw hadn’t died… He didn’t dare imagine what would’ve happened to Luna. Three of the marked thugs in those files were HIV-positive.

"Hah…" A low, self-mocking laugh escaped him.

The law? Due process? Against living demons, they were nothing but elegant jokes.

He lifted the now-cold bowl of red bean congee and drained it in one gulp. The cloying sweetness spread across his tongue but couldn’t mask the metallic tang rising in his throat.

Outside, lightning split the night sky.

Illuminating the murderous intent in his eyes.