After killing the man, Gu Xing and his son quickly walked over here.
"Hmph, I really didn't expect the people of the Xuanwu Group to fall and become the killing tools for my second uncle, unable to distinguish between loyalty and treachery. Since you all serve your own masters, then you can only die," Gu Xing's son sneered, and with one clean strike, his sword sliced directly across the crew-cut man's neck, instantly causing hot blood to spray out like a burst water pipe. The crew-cut man's facial muscles violently twitched, and after a few struggles, his head tilted and he breathed his last.
Two experts, both dead under his sharp sword.
Having witnessed the other party's methods, Tangyu curled his lip, feeling somewhat strange. It wasn't that he thought people who killed were bad; in fact, both Gu Xing and his son gave Tangyu a good impression at first sight, seeming like affable and trustworthy people.
