If no one was helping them, she wouldn't believe it no matter what.
It seems there is a master behind these people, guiding them. Otherwise, how could they have killed so many and escaped unscathed?
"They really won't shed tears until they see the coffin, huh." Zhen Wu chuckled lightly, exchanging a glance with Shijian.
Then, the two worked together and immediately tied up the three men, binding them tightly.
"Ah, it hurts, hurts so much, hurts like hell!"
Their limbs were bound tight, and any slight movement caused unbearable pain, making them wish for death.
Four was the first to give in, crying out in pain.
"Loosen... loosen it! Ah! It hurts!"
"Speak. Are you in cahoots with the person from before?" Zhen Wu pressed his foot on Four's back, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain.
"No, no… not… yes, yes! That was our Old Five."
Four wanted to deny it, but couldn't bear the agony. In the end, he nodded and admitted Old Five's identity.
"Old Five?"
