The scene suddenly became utterly quiet.
Or rather, deathly silent.
It had been mentioned countless times before: the very foundation of Paradise's operation was hierarchy and status. Perhaps it was not taken quite so seriously among the workers and slaves, but in the eyes of these high-ranking figures...
This was the law of their ancestors, the rule that had existed since Pangu split heaven and earth. Even in death, it could not be violated.
And now...
Someone had overthrown their superior and assassinated their own family head!
All the retainers looked at one another, trying to find even the slightest evidence of guilt on those faces.
Yet all they saw were equally terrified expressions.
Bilal was still alive, but injuries like these were already beyond the help of ordinary people. Not to mention that the gleaming green blade had clearly been coated in deadly poison. Struggling, he raised a hand and pointed at his retainers one by one.
Those he pointed at staggered back several steps, yet none dared approach him.
At a time like this, even trying to save him could easily earn them the charge of murdering their lord. So they could only watch as blood seeped from Bilal's nose and mouth, his struggles gradually weakened, and finally his head tilted to one side as he drew his last unwilling breath.
Zhou You shifted slightly.
"Was that your doing?"
Uncle Wang's lips did not move, yet his voice entered Zhou You's ears.
"What did I do?"
"The assassination..."
"Don't look at me. I didn't arrange it."
Zhou You glanced at Chen Ye again.
The old fellow looked completely detached, and Zhou You could not tell whether he was the one behind it either.
...Forget it. This place was crawling with foxes. Why waste brain cells on them? I