Song Yun said: "He was too weak. I originally wanted to spare him, but who knew he was so useless that he was killed by just one move."
"One... one move and he's dead?!"
Wang Wa had a disbelieving expression. Even if Qinghu was weak, he was still an SS-level master. How could he be killed in just one move?
His eyes shifted, and he questioned: "Since you killed Qinghu? Why was no body found at the scene by the officials?"
"You suspect I let Qinghu go?" Song Yun's face turned cold as he turned around and began walking towards the Song Family, saying: "We have nothing more to discuss. Besides, let me tell you, the Poker group might be stronger than you think. This is the only useful information."
"Song Yun..."
Wang Wa was still calling after him, but Song Yun ignored him and went straight back to the Song Family.
"The Hall Master was right, the disciple taught by Senior Yaksha, master and disciple are indeed alike, neither has a good temper."
