Hearing Sun Hu say he believed, Xiao Han's mouth turned up in a faint sneer of disdain. He didn't speak; he simply tossed Sun Hu aside.
Sun Hu's expression shifted uneasily. He wanted to order his men to open fire, but after seeing the disdain on Xiao Han's face, his body slightly trembled, and in the end, he didn't give the order.
He had a feeling that if he dared to have his men shoot, Xiao Han would kill him instantly.
This feeling was so strong that he couldn't help but believe it.
"Let's go."
Xiao Han glanced at Li Hu and the other person, speaking indifferently.
He left behind the henchman kneeling on the ground, body trembling gently.
After looking at the henchman, a flash of sharpness crossed Sun Hu's eyes. Not until Xiao Han and the others had left did Sun Hu stare at the henchman, asking coldly, "How did the young master die?"
