They came up to them without a word.
Seeing the situation, those people instinctively regarded these dozen black-clad figures as Jun Moyan's subordinates, so they drew their weapons, ready to fight their way out.
However, they were outnumbered, and quickly subdued by the black-clad men.
A man who seemed to be a steward appeared at this moment.
He glanced at the few people on the ground, who had been subdued by his subordinates, then bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, identical to the one used to kill their boss in the VIP room,
and looked at them.
"Who sent you?"
"..."
"Not talking? We can find out anyway. Don't think that just because our Baiming Sect hasn't been competing lately, you can underestimate us. What a cheek to come to our turf and mess around. Daring to kill our boss, how sick of life you must be."
Baiming Sect? Kill their boss?
The few people suddenly trembled with realization, only now becoming aware they had been set up by Jun Moyan.
