The woman stared blankly at the black-clad young man who had suddenly appeared and snatched back her child, forgetting how to react for a moment.
At the same time, the men who had been laughing wildly abruptly fell silent, staring at the black-clad youth with shock, fear, and vigilance.
The leading man's expression froze as well. He immediately asked, "Who are you?"
The black-clad youth was, of course, Sikong Jing...
But he did not answer. Instead, he lightly pinched the chubby cheek of the child in his arms before slowly raising his head and asking, "Aren't you supposed to be heading to Chaos District Seven to seize battle flags and territory? You still have the leisure to play around here?"
As his words fell, everyone immediately exchanged glances...
"Friend, don't meddle in other people's business," the leading man said coldly instead of answering.
Pfft...
But the moment he finished speaking, a spray of blood suddenly burst from the leading man's throat, and he crashed to the ground.
In an instant, everyone around them was dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open.
Was this black-clad youth a demon? How could he kill someone just because he said so? How had he struck just now?
Sikong Jing's expression did not change after killing the man, as though he had merely done something utterly insignificant...
He continued teasing the child in his arms.
Finally, after the child's crying gradually faded and turned into peals of giggling laughter, Sikong Jing raised his head again and coldly looked at the men around him, whose faces had already gone pale...
"Aren't you going to Chaos District Seven?" Sikong Jing asked again.
After opening and closing his mouth, one of the men suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud and cried wildly, "Young master, spare my life! We