Clutching the blood-stained knife, Ling Yanyu turned his head to look at the others lying on the ground, the remaining people were severely shaken by this scene.
"Jiang, to cut the grass, one must remove the roots, these people cannot be spared." His voice hoarse, Ling Yanyu walked determinedly towards another person.
Just as Ling Yanyu raised his knife, Yang Xiao stopped him, "That's enough, killing these waste would only dirty my eyes."
After receiving Yang Xiao's tacit approval, the dozen or so people on the ground repeatedly kowtowed, and then, supporting each other, they fled awkwardly.
Holding the knife, Ling Yanyu looked at Yang Xiao with confusion, "I don't understand why you let them go. Such people will not repent; they will definitely find more troublesome people to seek revenge."
