"The names of these five people, I still don't know now, and I don't want to know. I don't wish to see their families come seeking revenge only to meet their death."
Xu Hao glanced at the crowd, noticing that there were already more than twenty innocent bystanders dead. He sighed slightly, waving away the blood rain with a heavy tone, "I am not a bloodthirsty person, but there are some things that must be resolved. Otherwise, it will always be a hurdle in my heart, an eternal knot."
Of course, if you Dongying people don't provoke me, except for those whose hands are already stained with the blood of our Huaya people, I don't want to kill others."
Suddenly, he turned his gaze to the top of the Big Ferris Wheel and said casually, "Saint of Fist, you've been watching for so long. Don't you have anything to say?"
The crowd was instantly shocked.
The Saint of Fist is already here?!
