The crowd, hearing Zhao Liu's words, froze simultaneously. Even Song Jian paused, suppressing the rage boiling within him, and looked over at Zhao Liu.
"Apologies. We didn't know that this villa was already occupied," Zhao Liu moved forward with his face full of smiles and bowed, "I'm sincerely sorry for the intrusion. We will leave at once."
Dammit, you got me all mixed up.
Song Jian's expression remained emotionless, but the intense killing intent he had been holding back seemed to dissipate, and the sudden surge of violent emotions gradually faded.
Watching Zhao Liu's repeated efforts to restrain the others and have them put away their weapons, Song Jian suddenly felt a sense of boredom. He waved his hand toward them, indicating for them to leave.
"Again, my deepest apologies…"
Zhao Liu continued to apologize as he bent over to Song Jian, hastily leading a few people out of the villa.
After going several hundred meters, Zhao Liu went pale and started sweating profusely.
