At the same time, the utterly panicked Jiang Wanyou froze, then cried out, "Young Master Sikong... little brother!"
Several black-clad men stopped as well...
Then, with killing intent exploding from them, they flashed toward Sikong Jing and surrounded him. They knew perfectly well that if today's events were exposed, everyone—including their young master—would die without a burial ground.
Facing that terrifying killing intent, Sikong Jing advanced step by step.
Once he had fully entered the small building, he stared at Wan Tonghui again and sneered. "Wan Tonghui, there's no need to keep covering your face. I know it's you."
The moment those words fell, every hair on Wan Tonghui's body stood on end.
Jiang Wanyou, meanwhile, widened her eyes in disbelief. Of course she knew who Wan Tonghui was. Her daughter, Hua Meixi, had complained in her ear more than once that Wan Tonghui was always pestering her.
And this man was also the strongest captain of the Eastern Tyrant Branch's current battle team.
He had actually kidnapped her? Why?
The next instant, Wan Tonghui's entire body began to tremble violently, and then he let out a low roar.
"You little beast from the Eastern Plains, I don't know what you're talking about. I only know that you're dead today—one hundred of you would still be dead."
"And your appearance has gotten someone killed. You've needlessly caused Madam Yao, who could have lived, to die."
Though unwilling to admit it, his words had already tacitly acknowledged that he was Wan Tonghui.
And now the situation was different. Jiang Wanyou had learned his true identity through Sikong Jing, so she had to die...
Sikong Jing had to die too. They all had to be silenced.
"Attack! Kill this little beast from the Eastern Plains for me!" Wan Tonghui roared his order