Within five seconds.
A dozen people lay on the ground, screaming in pain.
"You little brat, if you've got the guts, say your name!"
The bald man clutched his aching chest and said.
"Qin Feng."
Qin Feng said, "Qin from Emperor Qin and Emperor Han, Feng from the surging wind."
As he spoke, he walked toward the bald man.
The bald man was so scared that he fell down again and immediately started to run away, shouting as he ran: "Remember this!"
The other underlings, seeing this.
They too scrambled and rolled away from there.
The yard quieted down.
Li Qianqian then went back to the body in black, crying and hacking at it with her sword, while Qin Feng sighed and said, "Stop it! This guy isn't the one who killed your grandfather."
"No, it is him, I'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes!"
Li Qianqian said.
Qin Feng simply squatted down and tore off a piece of a human-skin mask from the corpse's face.
Obviously.
This was a scapegoat.
"What?!"
