Ye Luo thought for a moment, nodded his head, his eyes flashed with a hint of cold light as he looked at Zhu Fuchang lying on the ground. He then waved his hand and patted Zhu Fuchang's shoulder, saying,
"Get out of Zhonghai instantly. If you dare to set foot in Zhonghai again, I'll make sure you never leave. And pass a message to the Zhu Group for me — it'd be wise not to pull any stunts against Meiyue Company behind scenes. Otherwise, the Zhu Family will suffer grave consequences."
"Yes, yes, yes, I understand!" Zhu Fuchang, his face filled with terror, nodded continuously, his complexion deathly pale with sweat falling from his forehead like broken strands of pearls.
"Scram!"
Zhu Fuchang immediately scurried away, tumbling and crawling. Ye Luo's eyes followed him, then turned to the corpses on the ground, effortlessly invoking the Nine Yang True Fire to reduce them all to a pile of ashes, leaving the women around him with looks of shock on their faces.