After the first scream echoed from the top floor of the New World building behind, the club fell into chaos. Passersby on the street outside the club paused and looked up at the top floor.
Su Mu did not look back; he calmly stopped a taxi by the roadside.
"Driver, please head to the nearest suburbs."
Su Mu leaned back relaxedly on the rear seat, rolled down the car window halfway, and watched the skyscrapers and surging crowds flash past. His mind grew increasingly calm.
This time, he didn't deliberately hide his identity; he simply used spiritual power to block the surveillance around the club and break the ones inside.
He almost openly killed Sima Xie.
Su Mu wasn't worried about anyone reporting to the police.
There was no point in reporting it, even if someone guessed it was him, as there were no witnesses or evidence.
Even if, by a slim chance, all the evidence was conclusive.
So what?
Didn't the Sima Family live gloriously and lavishly for these past decades?
