Meng Xia looked at his father, Meng Chen, as blood spurted from his throat and he fell down before him, letting out the loudest scream he had ever made in his life. His face turned deathly pale, his eyes rolled back, and his pants were wet in an instant.
With a swing of his long spear, Marshal Haotian pierced through his throat. He did not even glance at the two of them before retracting his spear and returning to Huang Xiaolong's side, "Young Master, I have arrived late, and for that I've startled you!"
Huang Xiaolong shook his head, "It's not your fault. If it weren't for your arrival today, Fei Hou and I wouldn't know what to do."
By now, the generals and soldiers from the Marshal Mansion had hurried to the Delicious Restaurant. Seeing the corpses of Duke Meng Chen and Meng Xia and others on the ground, they were all startled.
"Marshal, what has happened here?!" a general asked cautiously.
Marshal Haotian spoke coldly, "I killed them. Take care of their bodies."
