Dead?
Who died?
In the meeting hall, the atmosphere was already especially tense. At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the man lying on the ground. He was wearing a short green coat and was obviously a servant of the Beiting Family. No one understood a word he said, so they had to turn their eyes to Beiting Jing.
Even Beiting Huang was no exception. He asked in confusion, "Brother, who died?"
This was a matter of life and death! Beiting Huang didn't mind postponing the matter of settling scores with Beiting Jian for a moment. Unexpectedly, Beiting Jing stared at the servant on the ground for a moment and suddenly looked up. His bloodshot eyes shot towards Beiting Jian like arrows. "Beiting Jian, it's really you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced on Beiting Jian like a cheetah. The long sword in his hand was wrapped in a sharp sword light as he slashed at Beiting Jian.