Determining the Target (2)

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left with his subordinates. As he left, he glanced coldly at Xu Jingming, a passing outsider. Even though he noticed the Blood Rain Guard uniform under Xu Jingming's cyan robe, he didn't pay it any attention.

How could the Yang family care about an ordinary Blood Rain Guard?

"Third Qiao, you're silly. Second Young Master asked you if anyone was willing to go with him. When he asked for your inclinations, why did you honestly say that you wanted to stay in the capital?"

"In the future, remember to do whatever the Yang family's masters ask you to do."

"This is a warning to others." The people around him whispered.

Xu Jingming watched from the side as he looked at the dead girl. There was a bloody whip mark on her chest. The whip had struck her very hard, killing the girl in one strike.

That night.

Butler Bai hurriedly walked out of the Yang residence and headed for his residence.