As soon as the leader finished speaking, he quickly ushered his men to leave, with a speed that left no time for others to react.
Watching these people drag the now lifeless woman away, Lin Jiaojiao felt her heart palpitate, with the lingering stench of blood in her nostrils.
Despite having seen countless brutal scenes in her previous life, she couldn't accept that a living person had suddenly died before her eyes.
She glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, which trailed off around the corner ahead.
Xuemei was momentarily dumbfounded, with a hint of horror in her eyes. Even now, she could still not come to terms with what had happened.
"Are they from the Grand Court?" she asked, turning to Nie Ping, a doorman standing beside her.
Nie Ping bowed respectfully: "In response to Your Highness, judging by their attire and waist tokens, they indeed appear to be men from the Grand Court."
