Hearing Ning Wangshu's question, Wang Zhiqiang quickly gave him a brief account of what had happened. Then he looked at Xie Ting and said, "Tingting, you can decide what to do with these people."
Xie Ting hesitated, glancing at Wang Zhiqiang and then at Ning Wangshu. She bit her lip lightly. "N-Ning Ge, maybe you should decide. I... I don't know what to do with them."
Seeing that Xie Ting had said this, Ning Wangshu nodded slightly and said calmly, "In that case, we might as well kill them all and be done with it!"
At Ning Wangshu's words, Zhang Jun and the others were instantly stricken with terror.
"No! You can't kill me! I-I'm the Zhang family's Young Master! If you kill me, my family will never let you get away with it!"
Zhang Jun cried out in terror.
Ning Wangshu glanced at him and gave a disdainful sneer. "What kind of ridiculous Young Master are you? And you think your family won't let me get away with it? Hah, laughable!"
"You're a pathetic little ant, and you still dare to run your mouth with death staring you in the face!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wangshu casually pointed a finger.
A sharp gust whistled through the air. With a soft pop, it pierced Zhang Jun's forehead almost instantly!
"Ugh..."
Zhang Jun grunted. His eyes flew wide open, and his body toppled stiffly to the ground. A finger-sized hole had appeared in his forehead!
"Ah..."
Seeing that Ning Wangshu had really killed Zhang Jun just like that, Xie Ting cried out in fright. As a young lady from a wealthy family, she had never witnessed someone being killed.
Though it wasn't particularly gruesome, it still left her pale with fright.
Wang Zhiqiang quickly patted her shoulder and