Wang Longhu had never heard such hoarse and painful screams before. In no time, the Southeast Asian man fell completely silent, though his face was twisted and menacing, clearly indicating a painful death.
Although Fifth Master's methods were cruel, Wang Longhu chose not to say much about it.
After all, these people secretly entered the country with intentions to strike against Fifth Master. Their fates were sealed; only a dead end awaited them.
"I'm going to pack a few things. Please wait a moment; we'll be leaving right away." Throwing aside the corpse in his hand, Fifth Master quickly ran towards the ancient tower behind the temple.
Wang Longhu wasn't sure if it was just his perception, but Fifth Master seemed to be bursting with a vibrant vitality at that moment, his whole being becoming more energetic.
...
Late at night, on a flight heading to Zhiming City in Vietnam.
