Guangzhou.
Green Gang Headquarters.
In the reception hall, an ice coffin lay before everyone's eyes.
A corpse lay inside.
Looking at Lian Youming within, the various factions and people from all walks of life who had rushed over upon hearing the news stood rooted to the spot.
The air was like an iceberg that had not thawed in ten thousand years.
Someone stepped closer for a look. Confirming that it was indeed Lian Youming, he raised his head in fury and stared fixedly at Situ Wudi, who stood in the center of the hall.
"Did you kill him?"
Situ Wudi replied expressionlessly, "No!"
Another man sprang to his feet and shouted furiously, "It was you! You must have wanted to seize the Two Teachings Tokens and struck while the gang leader was gravely wounded!"
Situ Wudi's face twitched, but he did not respond.
Seeing his silence, the others crowded forward, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
"What, nothing to say?"
"Did we hit the nail on the head?"
"You're a direct descendant of the Situ Family, yet you stooped so low. Disgraceful!"
Situ Wudi looked rather grim.
How could he not?
Lian Youming had faked his death to slip away, leaving him out in the open to draw attention and bear the infamy. Worse still, he could not expose the truth yet and had to grit his teeth and endure it. No one could have smiled in his place.
Moreover, Wang Mazi's group and all the disciples Lian Youming had taken in were surrounding him, each practically cursing eighteen generations of his ancestors.
"Despicable scoundrel!"
"Animal!"
"You beast in human skin! My grandmaster fought shoulder to shoulder with you back then, advancing and retreating together, and you actually..."
A chubby young man cursed with spittle flying everywhere.
Veins bulged