The four people opposite were still waiting for Beiting Huang's response. Beiting Huang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his aura domineering over the world, causing the bald man and the others to unconsciously take a step back. They felt, this young man had somehow made them experience a kind of pressure, the majesty of a king, the air of a ruler who commands the world.
"You remind me," said Beiting Huang, his lips curling slightly, his expression becoming even more disdainful, "it seems I should also set a rule that to act is to claim a life! Let's start with you four!"
His indifferent words carried a heavy pressure, like a towering mountain pressing onto their chests, making it difficult for them to breathe. But the four men knew that at this point, their only option was to take action against this youth.
