Han Wangfu's face flashed a shade of chilling coldness, "What if Xie Bing is dead?!"
"Are you planning to kill Xie Bing?" Wuming asked.
"Haha! After all, I am a person of status, at most I would lower my pride and negotiate with Xie Bing, but I absolutely won't grovel before him. If he does not agree, then I would have no choice but to do this—driven as I am by my desperate need for talent. If I kill him, you won't object, will you?"
"It's up to you, I've known him for barely half a day anyway. Want to kill him? Kill him, just don't let me see it!" Wuming shrugged indifferently, picked up the book he was reading before, and started reading earnestly again.
As Han Wangfu and Zhang Tai were going downstairs, Zhang Tai whispered, "Elder Han, you just mentioned killing Xie Bing and Wuming didn't react at all—it seems like he isn't a problem!"
