The crowd erupted.
"W-what!? He... he actually killed Zhu Shixin, the Zhu Family's Young Master!?"
Everyone was stunned.
They were dumbfounded!
"Oh my god, h-he killed someone... He really killed someone!"
Many people's lips were trembling.
They all looked at Ning Wangshu with fear and shock, swallowing hard in unison.
No one had expected Ning Wangshu to actually dare to kill someone—and in front of so many people!
Everyone had thought Ning Wangshu's earlier words were just talk, an exaggerated threat. No one had imagined he would really kill someone!
The people at the scene were terrified.
Especially when they saw Zhu Shixin lying there with his eyes wide open, his head twisted a full 180 degrees so that his face pointed backward. They trembled all over, their hearts shuddering with fear!
"You—you—you... You dare kill my son!? I'll make you pay for his life!"
Zhu Hongchang roared, his eyes bloodshot with grief and fury, as if they could spit fire.
"Brother, brother—"
After a moment of shock, Zhu Kexin saw Zhu Shixin's body fall stiffly to the ground and let out a sorrowful cry.
Chu Wenjie couldn't help trembling. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Zhu Shixin was indeed his nephew, and seeing him die so horribly filled him with grief and shock. But more than anything, Chu Wenjie was afraid of Ning Wangshu.
Ning Wangshu had dared to kill Zhu Shixin in front of so many people. His speed had also been far too fast, almost inhuman. All of this filled Chu Wenjie with dread.
Just as everyone was trembling in shock, Ning Wangshu spoke again.
His gaze swept over Zhu Hongchang, Zhu Kexin, and... Chu Wenjie. His expression remained impassive as he said, "You have five seconds left!"
At his words,