The flying needles were poisonous, and those who were shot by them collapsed in a few breaths.
"Kill them."
Wei Xiaotian ordered angrily.
Hundreds of killers swarmed forward.
Since they didn't want to live, none of them could leave.
Since Zhou Heng made him feel like a fishbone was stuck in his throat, he might as well make him disappear and pretend that he had never appeared.
Only when Zhou Heng died would his son have a chance.
Wei Xiaotian's eyes were cold as he shouted sternly, "Kill them. Don't let any of them off."
Su Xiaolu and the others had poisonous needles on them. The killers could not attack them for a while.
There were too many assassins. If this continued, they would not be able to hold on sooner or later.
Zhou Heng felt a pain in his heart. He choked and said, "Don't worry about me. Leave quickly."
"Brother Heng, be careful and speak less."
