But even if someone were to come over now, it might be too late, because Lin Mu had already raised the butcher's knife, and Hu Jianchun wasn't stupid; reality was brutal. His boss definitely didn't intend to come help, otherwise after so many inquiries, there would have been a definite response long ago. If help were on the way, it would have already arrived.
Hu Jianchun's face was very grim, almost like a lost dog; he couldn't move forward nor retreat. If he surrendered to Lin Mu, he believed that his boss would soon come to eliminate him, which would be a miserable death.
At this moment, there was another commotion of footsteps outside the door. Soon, a group of armed men rushed into the hall. These people came in separate groups, dressed differently, and at a glance, it was obvious they belonged to the Bronze Sect and Juyi Hall under Lu Yifeng.
