"I'm sure this is the place, but how did it get blown up like this?"
Old Mr. Zhou was also dumbfounded. Although he had thought that Wangjiao Town might no longer exist and had turned into ruins, he didn't expect it to be blown to bits, not even a trace left.
"Such a large-scale explosion, even Boss Poison might not be able to withstand it."
Xin Badao swallowed his saliva, a sense of foreboding in his heart.
"You mean, Young Master Tang was killed?"
Old Mr. Zhou's face changed drastically. If that were the case, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
If he hadn't told Tang Ming the location of Wangjiao Town, this might not have happened.
"Elder Xin, there's a body found over here."
At this moment, a disciple from the Poison Sect hurried forward to report.
"Let me have a look."
Xin Badao rushed to the body immediately, exclaiming, "This is Yan Qinglong from the Ming Group?"
"Someone from the Ming Group? Then where's Young Master Tang?"
Old Mr. Zhou also ran over.
