The hall of the club was a river of blood; the man lying in the pool of blood was still twitching, apparently not quite dead yet.
But it was precisely this fact that made the scene all the more shocking.
"Ah... Murder, there's been a murder!"
With a scream, the crowd began to flee in panic, for ordinary people are terrified by blood and death.
Everyone thought Xiao Chen was just joking, or perhaps had gone mad, but who would have thought he would dare to kill someone, and right in front of Hu Libin?
"You..."
Even Hu Libin, who was accustomed to tough situations, couldn't help feeling a chill. He hadn't expected Xiao Chen to take a life so abruptly, and his technique was no common affair.
However, more than fear, it was anger that filled him.
"Quite the courage, I truly underestimated you, but if you think this will scare me, you're underestimating Hu Libin," he said.
The bystanders, in their panic, were running out, leaving the venue somewhat empty.
