"You useless bunch, since my son is dead, then you can accompany him in the grave!"
Dylan Martin, dressed in resplendent clothes, was furious, his emotions extremely agitated!
The few people kneeling in front of him trembled, constantly pleading, "Master, please spare us! Grant us a way to live!"
"Brother, no rush yet." Cristiano Martin stepped forward, stopping Dylan.
"At the very least, clarify the situation. It's not just your son who died, there are others too."
"What do you mean?" Dylan squinted his eyes, a strong murderous intent erupting from him.
This murderous intent was terrifying.
The surrounding people couldn't help but step back, lowering their heads, not daring to speak.
"They wouldn't dare to lie, so your son's death should be just as they described. Walking, suddenly fainted, and then died."
Cristiano turned around, looking at the followers kneeling on the ground, and coldly said, "Tell us everything you saw at the time, miss a word, and die!"
