"Alright."
Xiu Xin said.
Hearing this, the panicked crowd immediately fumbled, dropping Oda Hidehiko's corpse. The moment it hit the ground, some blood splattered onto their pant legs, causing them to scream and back away.
"It's just a dead person, what's there to be afraid of?" Xiu Xin said with disdain as he pursed his lips.
Everyone felt a chill run up their spines; your nonchalance about the dead is what's truly abnormal!
They were now completely tied to the Yanchuan Family, with no say in their future treatment, entirely reliant on whether Xiu Xin had any conscience.
"Camera," Xiu Xin said, kicking Oda Hidehiko's body aside and gesturing.
Tangong Huizi handed him the digital camera.
"Hmm, the photo is clear, but the composition lacks artistry," Xiu Xin said, flipping through the photos with a serious demeanor as he suggested, "Why not take another shot? This might be the only chance in your life to take such a photo, you won't have it again in the future."
