The night passed without incident, but Liu Hun knew that what was meant to come would inevitably arrive the next day. However, the old ghost had told him not to worry too much, so Liu Hun didn't dwell on it.
Sure enough, early the next morning, Wang Cheng came with a group of people to the front of the Dragon Sect's branch, surrounding the entrance tightly.
"Boy, did you kill my son?" A middle-aged man slowly stepped out from the crowd, a cold, murderous intent in his eyes, staring intently at Liu Hun.
Seeing the scene before him, Liu Hun's eyes gleamed, though no one knew what he was thinking.
Such events were rare in the City of Death. Although there were frequent squabbles, these were just minor disputes that nobody cared much about.
But this time was different. The Wang Family, regardless of how you put it, was a considerable force, and the Dragon Sect, although not particularly powerful, had the advantage of an official background.
