No one answered Wang Chaoyang.
A cacophony of footsteps once again interrupted the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere at the scene.
Wang Chaoyang turned his head to look, and he felt as if the world was spinning around him.
Those who had been imprisoned from the underground fight club, along with An Cangsheng's men, all surged forward menacingly, joining Wang Tianqiong's people to encircle Wang Chaoyang tightly.
"You, how did you all get out?"
To be safe, Wang Chaoyang had specifically ordered Luo Meng to lead the Divine Crossbow Guard to watch over these people, intending to deal with them after the matter with the Jinling Royal Mansion was settled.
No one had expected this, but they had all come out.
"Wang Chaoyang, did you think a handful of Divine Crossbow Guards could detain us? Hah, dream on!"
Among them, someone carried a corpse and threw it in front of Wang Chaoyang.
Wang Chaoyang looked down and his face immediately turned ghastly pale.
It was Luo Meng's body.
