"Real men never look back at explosions," they say.
Zhou Ping'an left the High-rise Restaurant without looking back, instead he quietly hid behind a civilian household, standing in the shadows of the moonlight, silently for about fifteen minutes.
From there, the private room where he killed Fang Yu and the other two was a hundred zhang away, which was the maximum linear distance his spiritual power could scan.
He had expected the three men's death to be discovered quickly, with masters searching about.
But nothing happened.
Even the waiters in the restaurant did not dare to go in and disturb.
It seemed that even if the people inside drank all night and did not show, nobody would go in to check on them.
"This is also good."