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Facing Tian Zhong's icy interrogation, Ye Luo's cold eyes swept over him, sending a shiver through his adversary's psyche.
"He brought this upon himself; he can't blame anyone else. If you had been there, I would have killed you as well."
Ye Luo's voice was chilling to the bone, containing a terrifying intent to kill.
Xue Tu, standing by, had eyes flickering with a dense aura of bloodthirst, staring at Tian Zhong and Han Youwei.
This made the two feel as if they were in a sea of corpses and a mountain of blood, so frightened that they didn't dare utter a word and could only watch as Ye Luo and his group left the area.
Soon the villa quieted down, but the air was still thick with the scent of blood. Tian Zhong and Han Youwei's complexions were incredibly foul, their eyebrows nearly twisted together.
"Mr. Tian Zhong, what should we do now?" Han Youwei couldn't help but look at Tian Zhong.