Bai Hong's eyes flickered as he looked at his daughter's resolute expression. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He knew perfectly well whether Wang Qing was a traitor.
But he couldn't explain it to Bai Long, because there were many things he couldn't reveal.
If that was the case, then let Wang Qing sacrifice a little more of his reputation!
Bai Hong thought to himself.
Then he nodded in agreement. "Since you've already made up your mind, Long'er, I'll leave this matter to you. The Martial Hall disciples will follow your orders, too!"
Bai Long nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Father. Leave this to me!"
After chatting with Bai Hong for a while longer, Bai Long left.
Only Bai Hong remained in the room.
Sitting in a Rosewood Chair, Bai Hong tapped his fingers rhythmically against the tabletop. The flickering lamplight illuminated only half his face.
Bai Hong's expression was somewhat gloomy, nothing like the gentle, kindly look he had worn when facing Bai Long.
"Wang Qing, my good disciple, hurry up and break through. Your master is running out of patience, and so is the Golden Saber Gang Leader..."
A faint murmur echoed through the room.
Meanwhile, Bai Hong's Eldest Senior Brother, Wang Qing, was hiding in an ordinary house in North City.
This certainly wasn't his home. The owner of the house was being held in Wang Qing's grasp, struggling but unable to break free.
How could an ordinary person possibly stand against a Martial Artist?
Besides, Wang Qing was clearly no ordinary Martial Artist.
At that moment, he was nothing like his usual dashing self. His skin was instead bloodred, fangs jutted from his mouth, and his pupils brimmed with bestial madness.
This state was clearly abnormal.
In circumstances beyond what ordinary people could imagine,