The news of the Cold Blade King's death quickly spread among the upper echelons of the major forces in Shanghai.
Dan Pavilion.
Liu Zhenlong had already gone to bed, but a sudden urgent phone call woke him up.
Annoyed, Liu Zhenlong picked up the phone.
The next second, his pupils widened in shock and anger:
"What did you say?"
"Zhou Yu killed the Cold Blade King of the Han Family?"
"How dare you talk nonsense!?"
Moments later, he hung up the phone, got dressed, and headed straight to the headquarters of Dan Pavilion.
This matter is too significant and requires an immediate meeting to discuss.
On the other side.
Black Dragon Society.
In a fit of rage, Huang Yu smashed the goblet in his hand onto the ground.
"This is impossible!"
"How could that brat Zhou Yu possibly kill the Cold Blade King???"
"President, this matter is absolutely true and has already spread among the top forces of Hu City," Huang Yu's subordinate quickly said.
