As Wen Yu entered the mansion, the entire courtyard became exceptionally quiet.
Occasional sobs could be heard, but they were quickly muffled by family and friends standing close by, fearing that Cyclops, who was busy feasting, would take notice.
If Wen Yu was a murderer, then Cyclops was his weapon.
A bloodied weapon can sometimes instill more terror than the murderer himself.
"Mayor Li, what do we do now?" one of his subordinates asked in a trembling voice, causing Mayor Li's complexion to turn a shade paler.
"Wait." He gritted his teeth and spat out a single word. Mayor Li understood that he had been taught a lesson by a mere youngster. In this goddamned world, the strength of a team is worthless in the face of an individual with exceptional personal strength.
