"Really?" Ling Chen's lips curled slightly, watching the other party with a half-smile, and said, "I admire your loyalty. Since you refuse to betray the Southern Ling Family, I respect your choice." As the words fell, Ling Chen's right hand suddenly reached for his waist. Before the four middle-aged men realized what was happening, a gush of blood suddenly spurted out, splattering onto the ground.
Upon closer inspection, the middle-aged man standing farthest to the left was clutching his throat, occasionally emitting 'ugh ugh' sounds. Blood streamed through his fingers and quickly stained his clothes.
After holding on for a few seconds, the middle-aged man's body swayed slightly and fell directly to the ground, lifeless.
