"Young Master!!"
An exclamation rang out, and a figure leaped forward, cradling the gravely injured young man in his arms, his face full of anxiety.
The Young Master spat blood from his mouth, pointed a finger at the person cloaked in black, and opened his mouth as if wanting to say something.
But not a single word came out before he breathed his last.
"This... this!!"
Holding the Young Master was a middle-aged woman, who looked in disbelief at the person dead in her arms, and finally gritted her teeth looking at Luo Cheng:
"Hall Master Luo, you owe me an explanation!!"
The other people present also remained silent.
Now that a life had been lost, they all had to see how Luo Cheng would respond.
Would it be a matter of stopping when necessary, or life and death disregarded?
Luo Cheng put down the teacup in his hand and slowly said:
