"It seems we're still one step too late." Looking at the disfigured corpses of Wang Bingquan and Ma Youcai, Song Yingchun sighed with some regret and shook his head.
Wang Bingquan was no big deal.
But Ma Youcai was a hard-won internal supporter Song Family had finally managed to plant within the Demon Suppression Bureau.
He had been conscientious all these years, and had helped their family countless times. But to end up like this, made him somewhat unbearable.
"Don't blame yourselves," Su Heng consoled, "They were just too weak."
"I gave them a chance, if they were willing to attack together, there was a possibility of survival."
Looking at his calm and indifferent face, Song Ting clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger rushing to his head.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his neck even seemed to grow a bit thicker.
"What do you take human life for, a toy? They're already dead, yet you're still posturing here."
