"Chief!!?"
'Split-Mountain Tiger' Zhou Kuang burst through the main gate, only to see a limp corpse, and couldn't help but have his eyes split with rage.
He and his brother nearly starved to death with their old mother more than a decade ago. It was the then-unknown Lu Jingtian who passed by and saved them, taught them martial arts, provided them with silver coins to care for their mother so she could live out her days in comfort.
After their old mother's death, Lu Jingtian was even more like their own father.
But today, he was suddenly faced with his cold, lifeless body.
From the large hole in the roof, countless tiles were flying, and a flash of green shadow disappeared.
"Shoot, damn it!"
Zhou Kuang roared.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sounds of military crossbow strings snapping were incessant, the flimsy roof was directly pierced, leaving many chopstick-sized holes, with numerous tiles being blasted to pieces.
However, there was not a trace of blood to be seen among them.
