Upon hearing this, Wan Shajiang felt it was highly likely. Such an important item would surely not be with Ren Xiongbei but must be with his son, Ren Haotian—this was without a doubt.
Xiong Shuobo had also come to this realization.
Wan Shajiang exclaimed, "It must be in your son's possession!"
Rising to the bait with a cold laugh, Ren Xiongbei said, "You cowards, dreaming of obtaining the Secret Manual, don't stand a chance." He had calculated the time by now, his son should have escaped; he could rest easy now.
"Damn it, this was a plan!" Wan Shajiang felt he had been duped.
Xiong Shuobo was hopping mad, swearing that he would drag Ren Haotian out, and those around them buzzed with discussion.
Right at this moment, a poisoned dart flew in, striking Ren Xiongbei square in the head. With everyone's attention fixed on the Secret Manual, who could have anticipated that someone would assassinate Ren Xiongbei?
Following the dart's strike, a shadow darted away from the window.
